So, I'm leaving my parent's house out in the suburbs of northern Raleigh, and I'm traveling down a road to get to central Raleigh around 9:00pm (so, it's not black out, but dusk). I come to a stop sign, look both ways, and take off - not too fast, but just as normal. I get up to speed (about 55mph), glance down to check my speed and when I glance back up I see a deer sprinting across the road...
Now, it's not like it's waaay up ahead - no. It's, like, 20 feet away practically cutting me off. So, as a squid, I take a handfull of BOTH the brake and clutch.
Immediately my front tire locks up and I discovered this phenomena that a locked front tire starts to skip along the road. So as my front tire skips, with each landing it screeches and jolts my handle bars in the opposite direction as the last jolt (as in, *thud* jerk left *thud* jerk right), and it does this about 6 times or so before I realize that the deer has passed and I let go of the brake and clutch - and everything straightens out, lol
Of course, this all happens within, like, 7 seconds - but I can recall every moment of it!
Anyway, so that's the "I almost died" story, but the evening continues...
As I get into town, I take a detour onto the beltline where I meet up with this other biker. Now, this guy is DEFINITELY a squid. All he was wearing was a helmet (with, of course, the visor all the way open... at 70mph on the beltline!), and a t-shirt and khaki shorts and sneakers. And, of course, had a spankin' new gixxer something. Anyway, so we both happen to take the same exit, and we come to a stoplight at the end of the exit ramp. We exchange glances, nod, do the usual "biker" thing and the car next to us (full of teens) shouts "Let's see what you guys got!!"
The other guy grins and starts revving his aftermarket exhaust and looks at me. I shake my head 'no' and make a gesture as to ride normally. He shouts back to the car "I do, but he don't wanna!". And I shout to him, "I got a can-o-tuna" (trying to lighten the situation) and he chuckles a little, and we take off normally when the light turns green. Of course, he still has to zip ahead and pop a wheelie (with no gear, keep in mind), probably showing off to the car.
Anyway, we part our ways and I head back home. Then, it starts to rain and I'm like, "Great. It's like the MSF course all crammed into an hour". But, I make it home safely and no harm done.
The End :P
Now, it's not like it's waaay up ahead - no. It's, like, 20 feet away practically cutting me off. So, as a squid, I take a handfull of BOTH the brake and clutch.
Immediately my front tire locks up and I discovered this phenomena that a locked front tire starts to skip along the road. So as my front tire skips, with each landing it screeches and jolts my handle bars in the opposite direction as the last jolt (as in, *thud* jerk left *thud* jerk right), and it does this about 6 times or so before I realize that the deer has passed and I let go of the brake and clutch - and everything straightens out, lol
Of course, this all happens within, like, 7 seconds - but I can recall every moment of it!
Anyway, so that's the "I almost died" story, but the evening continues...
As I get into town, I take a detour onto the beltline where I meet up with this other biker. Now, this guy is DEFINITELY a squid. All he was wearing was a helmet (with, of course, the visor all the way open... at 70mph on the beltline!), and a t-shirt and khaki shorts and sneakers. And, of course, had a spankin' new gixxer something. Anyway, so we both happen to take the same exit, and we come to a stoplight at the end of the exit ramp. We exchange glances, nod, do the usual "biker" thing and the car next to us (full of teens) shouts "Let's see what you guys got!!"
The other guy grins and starts revving his aftermarket exhaust and looks at me. I shake my head 'no' and make a gesture as to ride normally. He shouts back to the car "I do, but he don't wanna!". And I shout to him, "I got a can-o-tuna" (trying to lighten the situation) and he chuckles a little, and we take off normally when the light turns green. Of course, he still has to zip ahead and pop a wheelie (with no gear, keep in mind), probably showing off to the car.
Anyway, we part our ways and I head back home. Then, it starts to rain and I'm like, "Great. It's like the MSF course all crammed into an hour". But, I make it home safely and no harm done.
The End :P
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