Was coming back from Oliver this morning and watched a bike being put on a tow truck. All I can tell you is there was a frame, rear tire and 2 pipes all burnt to shit. Nothing else left, couldn't even tell what kind it was.
To the 2 knuckle heads going up Sunday Summit about 11am, when you see a big white 80' long 70,000+ lbs coming down the hill with 4 ways on, doesn't mean pull out from behind the car in front of you and play chicken when there was no one behind me. Unless of course you want to be run over by all 6 axles, because she is a bastard to try and stop quick. I may even be forced to feel bad for a second or two after running you over. I would get real grumpy having to sit there waiting for the meat wagon to scrape up whats left of you, especially since I had already been on the road for 10 hours.