Saturday night, we're coming home at 90 mph when all of a sudden, a piece of plywood jumped off the road 20 feet in front of me and attacked the Busa. It looked as big as a house but it was probably 2 or 3 feet square.
The Busa plowed right through it and blew it all to he11 and sprayed chunks of plywood all over the freeway behind me. My wife was back there and took a couple of the smaller pieces.
The light was still on and it wasn't wobbling or anything so I kept going for the last 12 miles home.
I was dreading the massive damage I was expecting but lo and behold, just a few little scuff marks on the front fender and some even more minor scratches on the right side fairing. No damage to my wife's bike.
I found an ancient can of DuPont rubbing compound in my garage so old I had to remix the separated components with screwdriver. 10 minutes and a dab of Meguir's wax later, you can juuuuuuuust barely see the deepest two scrapes on the front fender.
Hey, for all the evil things that COULD have happened (crash and burn, break something, wreck my wife or someone else behind me, etc. ect.), I, WE, were damn lucky.
Luck was with me!
Watch out for evil hunks of plywood on your local highways and byways.
--Wag--
The Busa plowed right through it and blew it all to he11 and sprayed chunks of plywood all over the freeway behind me. My wife was back there and took a couple of the smaller pieces.
The light was still on and it wasn't wobbling or anything so I kept going for the last 12 miles home.
I was dreading the massive damage I was expecting but lo and behold, just a few little scuff marks on the front fender and some even more minor scratches on the right side fairing. No damage to my wife's bike.
I found an ancient can of DuPont rubbing compound in my garage so old I had to remix the separated components with screwdriver. 10 minutes and a dab of Meguir's wax later, you can juuuuuuuust barely see the deepest two scrapes on the front fender.
Hey, for all the evil things that COULD have happened (crash and burn, break something, wreck my wife or someone else behind me, etc. ect.), I, WE, were damn lucky.
Luck was with me!
Watch out for evil hunks of plywood on your local highways and byways.
--Wag--