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I have been riding street bikes for 25 years, and dirt bikes for 10 years more. I have been hit by 2 cars, and hit 1 car myself which we won't discuss. But what I am about to tell you has never happened to me, nor have I ever expected it.
I woke up at 430 am and just out of complete bordom, took the Fury to the beach to watch the sunrise. Pretty cool and relaxing. On the way home, I decided to take some alternate routes as I am trying to accumalate milage to get my first service job done. I ended up on a road heavy with tractor trailers. I was behind a bobtail tractor, a tractor with no trailer hooked to it, and since the road had two good groves from the trucks, I chose to ride the middle ridge. We were sitting at a stop light, in the left turn lane, and some guy pulls up beside me and starts yelling at me to fill him in on what type of bike I had and the normal wow, I did not thank that was a Honda. I saw his eys get big as silver dollars and he started honking his horn. I looked ahead and that bobtail had decided not to turn left at the light, but go straight, and was backing up to get behind the guy I was talking to. Problem is, he did not see me back there. I started back pedeling as fast as I could move that thing, but that truck was gaining on me. I am zig zaggingn in and out of the low spots of the lane trying to get myself in his mirrors but the gullies kept me off balance enough that I had no real control of where the bike was going.
I am a professional pilot, been part of a formation flying team, and have been to test pilot school. You have to know when to pull the ejection handle. I was thinking that as I was back pedeling, "How close am I going to let that truck get before I bail off this thing?" As that truck entered my 10 foot zone, I said F'it, I'm out of here. Just as I was getting ready to bail, I heard the air brakes set on the truck and it jerked to a stop. I stopped myself and barley kept the bike from hitting the ground.
The guy I was talking to got out of his car and jumped up on the passenger running board of the truck and told him what was going on. The driver got out and was visably shaken by the ordeal as was the guy I was talking to. I explained to the driver that I did not have any hard feelings and that we should both be thanking the other guy who voluntarily stepped in and saved us both from having a bad day.
After all the commotion, the truck stopped 4'7" from its rear crossmember to my front tire. Total distance of back pedeling, 75' +/-.
I took the guy that saved my ass and bike to the waffle house for breakfast. As we were leaving, he said, "That is a cool looking bike, and that means a lot coming from me.", as he whipped out his HOG life membership card. I told him, "This might just be the best bike dollar for dollar I have ever owned, and that shoud mean a lot coming from me.", as I whipped out my HOG life membership card. As I shaked his hand good bye, he said he was going to have to go home and talk to the wife about buying himself one of those Honda motorcycles.
It has taken me longer to type this than the whole deal itself, including the waffle house.
I woke up at 430 am and just out of complete bordom, took the Fury to the beach to watch the sunrise. Pretty cool and relaxing. On the way home, I decided to take some alternate routes as I am trying to accumalate milage to get my first service job done. I ended up on a road heavy with tractor trailers. I was behind a bobtail tractor, a tractor with no trailer hooked to it, and since the road had two good groves from the trucks, I chose to ride the middle ridge. We were sitting at a stop light, in the left turn lane, and some guy pulls up beside me and starts yelling at me to fill him in on what type of bike I had and the normal wow, I did not thank that was a Honda. I saw his eys get big as silver dollars and he started honking his horn. I looked ahead and that bobtail had decided not to turn left at the light, but go straight, and was backing up to get behind the guy I was talking to. Problem is, he did not see me back there. I started back pedeling as fast as I could move that thing, but that truck was gaining on me. I am zig zaggingn in and out of the low spots of the lane trying to get myself in his mirrors but the gullies kept me off balance enough that I had no real control of where the bike was going.
I am a professional pilot, been part of a formation flying team, and have been to test pilot school. You have to know when to pull the ejection handle. I was thinking that as I was back pedeling, "How close am I going to let that truck get before I bail off this thing?" As that truck entered my 10 foot zone, I said F'it, I'm out of here. Just as I was getting ready to bail, I heard the air brakes set on the truck and it jerked to a stop. I stopped myself and barley kept the bike from hitting the ground.
The guy I was talking to got out of his car and jumped up on the passenger running board of the truck and told him what was going on. The driver got out and was visably shaken by the ordeal as was the guy I was talking to. I explained to the driver that I did not have any hard feelings and that we should both be thanking the other guy who voluntarily stepped in and saved us both from having a bad day.
After all the commotion, the truck stopped 4'7" from its rear crossmember to my front tire. Total distance of back pedeling, 75' +/-.
I took the guy that saved my ass and bike to the waffle house for breakfast. As we were leaving, he said, "That is a cool looking bike, and that means a lot coming from me.", as he whipped out his HOG life membership card. I told him, "This might just be the best bike dollar for dollar I have ever owned, and that shoud mean a lot coming from me.", as I whipped out my HOG life membership card. As I shaked his hand good bye, he said he was going to have to go home and talk to the wife about buying himself one of those Honda motorcycles.
It has taken me longer to type this than the whole deal itself, including the waffle house.
