I put myslef on the pavement for the first time last night.. well, thats not entirely true, actually it was a punk teeneger in his buddies Red 88' Rustang GT.. heres the story..
So im heading to a freinds on camp river road off of islan 22 in chilliwack.. having some fun in the twisties at about 90 or so.. when out of nowhere this dumb teengaer come ripping it up behind me at about 140+.. and passes me on the inside.. (normally passing on the inside is good) but the road does not allow for passing period.. its a total of 12.5 feet wide.. you literally have to ride your outside tires on the dirt when you meet an oncoming car if your in a cage as well..
on top of this, it was in a nice 35 degree corner, so i was in quite a lean at the time.. so as i pull outta the corner and just get straighened up, the kid blasts past me, clips his right side mirror off my left bar, and steers me ever so unkindly into the gravel on my right.. Of course, heres me on the brakes after being clipped by a car, thought i was a goner for sure..
i hit the gravel at about 70 k's and almost lost it on contact, i was able to shallow the turn in i had going, and avoid the picket fence that was coming oh too quickly.. then, the worst surface ever rears its ugly head.. a small mud patch in the gravel is in my path, and i say.. "ohh god, here i go"..
my front wheel hits the mud and bam, im down, by the time i hit the mud id estimate about 60 k's.. i slid in the gravel about 25-30 feet, and then skidded back up onto the road as it curved right again.. i ended up in a ditch on the other side of the road.. bike on my left leg.. it was about this time i heard him slam on his brakes and stopp.. then quickly i heard squealing tires as he bailed from the scene..
i open my eyes to see the tank of my biek in fornt of me, engine still purring away.. i quickly killed it, and pushed it off my leg.. i got up, dusted myself off and said "im still here, somebody still loves me"..
i dropped the bike back into neutral started it up, and drove it out of the ditch.. once on the street i emtied the dirt out of my gloves and got back on.. I was so pissed at this point, i started off going slow, just to make sure all was well.. semmed fine exept my left mirror was busted off and in a million pieces as well as my left footpeh was almost non existant, so i opened her up and started chasing the kid..
i found him about a click up the road at a mailbox smoking get this, a doob.. he sw me coming and turned to get into his car.. i honked and he looked back at me.. i pulle dmy bike around the front of his car and got off.. by this time he had gotten in his car and locked the door..
i told him to get out, and i wanted to talk to him, his simple answer was a shake of his head.. i told him id tear apart that car to get to him.. and he opened his door..i grabbed him by his collar and put his back against his car, and asked him "what the fuck he thought he was doing" his vopice was stuttered and quvvering.. all he could say was "im sorry, man, im really sorry"
i told himt hat wasnt gonna cut it, and said that he should be messesd up for what he did.. i fed him a couple shots to the forhead and threw him back in his car.. started my bike and left.. (after getting his plates of course)..
ill tell you what, i bet his mom had a hard time with his pants and drawers that night.. and hell never EVER fuck with another sportbiker again..
BTW, my injuries were lesser than his were, lol.. i got a cut on my left knee, a gouge on my right ankle, and my right calf, and a big scrape on my left ass cheek..
my bike.. Stator cover is scraped up, left foot peg broke off, insturment panel mount is bent up pretty good (hoping to fix it wit a rubber mallet) thatsa bout it, drover her hoe with no incedent, just looks weird that my insturments are all facing to the right.. and my lights are all pointing left..
Damn im soo pissed.. i wish i had hit the guy more.. anywayz.. PE@CE all, ill be on the road again once i can snag $600 or more to effect repairs.. i cant ride it how it looks now, its embarassing..