Around 9 AM this morning, I was headed north on County G between Reeseville and Beaver Dam, Wisconsin. I was going around 60mph when I crested a hill to see the top layer of road ripped off (the top layer of asphalt was tore off but there was still a relatively smooth portion of concrete road about an inch and a half lower than the finished road), then a lady holding one of those STOP/SLOW signs, then a bunch of construction trucks laying down new asphalt. When I crested the hill, it appeared that these trucks with the asphalt were driving up and down this portion of the road. I managed to slow to about an estimated 40mph before I hit the part where the road lowered. On there it was like oil covered the whole thing. I knew I couldn't grab rear brake otherwise the rear would wash out from underneath me. When I grabbed the slightest amount of pressure on the front brake, the front tire would immediately lock up. I spent, who knows how many feet, rapidly applying front brake and releasing it. My legs at this point were off the pegs and held rigid near the ground, acting like supports every time the front brake was applied. It was all reaction and I could analyze over and over again but thrown in the same situation my instincts would probably have done the same thing. When I finally stopped, I took a deep breath and thanked God for not falling over. I then crept toward the lady holding the STOP/SLOW sign and yelled at her. It was in my opinion that she was not doing her job. She SHOULD have been standing before the road dropped off, not 150 feet after. I feared that another motorcyclist would come over the same damn hill and wipe out. I was pretty irate.
Not only did this freak me out (I've only been riding for 4 months (2,800miles)) but to make matters worse, my girlfriend was driving her car behind me and witnessed it all. She already does not like the fact that I ride. So then she was all paranoid and emotional. I felt like calling up the damn county and chewing their ass out.
The "stuff" I hit I think was this oil that leaves the asphalt when it is compressed onto the road, which then flowed into where I was. I am not positive however, so if anyone knows, please tell me.
Thanks for listening
Not only did this freak me out (I've only been riding for 4 months (2,800miles)) but to make matters worse, my girlfriend was driving her car behind me and witnessed it all. She already does not like the fact that I ride. So then she was all paranoid and emotional. I felt like calling up the damn county and chewing their ass out.
The "stuff" I hit I think was this oil that leaves the asphalt when it is compressed onto the road, which then flowed into where I was. I am not positive however, so if anyone knows, please tell me.
Thanks for listening
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