Next month would have made 2 years since I'd ridden my Busa. I almost got killed on it.
Was going on a 3 lane city street. Far right lane had a minivan going under the speed limit. Center lane had a semi truck and trailer doing the same speed (about 40mph in a 45mph zone). Left lane was wide open. I don't like to hang around beside semi trucks very long because they have such a hard time seeing us, so I cleared the left lane and accelerated to break past the truck as quickly as possible. I was up to about 60mph when I reached the back of the trailer. At that point, the truck brakes hard and turns left in front of me. No turn signal, nothing. Apparently he realized he was about to miss his turn and be damned to whomever was around him. I locked up both brakes, expecting a dump, but at least avoiding the trailer if I could push off from the bike. I literally slid sideways for about 30 feet, both brakes locked, without high siding or dumping it completely. God had my back during this maneuver because I don't even know how it was possible. I came so close to going under the trailer, I literally caught myself with it as it passed by to retain my balance. If that wasn't enough, a Suburban, coming the opposite direction, was apparently upset that the truck had cut him off, so, in his attempt to "show that trucker", he was going to fly past the back of the trailer as fast as he could. Well, that's where I was, stalled out by this point. He locks it up and does a sliding skid towards me. Thank God I got the bike started in time and gunned it, narrowly missing the Suburban. After all was said and done, the only damage to the bike was that I literally split the center of the rear tire down the middle from the controlled skid.
I nervously laughed it off with false bravado, but parked my bike in the garage, where it's sat for nearly 2 years.
My problem was that I had no control over what that trucker did. How can you avoid something you have no control over? I've finally accepted that $&*% happens and that I cannot let it stop me from riding. I replaced the battery, blew out the old fuel, replaced the split tire and have now been riding again for 4 days. Sure feels good to be back in the saddle, but I am a bit more apprehensive around big trucks. ???
Was going on a 3 lane city street. Far right lane had a minivan going under the speed limit. Center lane had a semi truck and trailer doing the same speed (about 40mph in a 45mph zone). Left lane was wide open. I don't like to hang around beside semi trucks very long because they have such a hard time seeing us, so I cleared the left lane and accelerated to break past the truck as quickly as possible. I was up to about 60mph when I reached the back of the trailer. At that point, the truck brakes hard and turns left in front of me. No turn signal, nothing. Apparently he realized he was about to miss his turn and be damned to whomever was around him. I locked up both brakes, expecting a dump, but at least avoiding the trailer if I could push off from the bike. I literally slid sideways for about 30 feet, both brakes locked, without high siding or dumping it completely. God had my back during this maneuver because I don't even know how it was possible. I came so close to going under the trailer, I literally caught myself with it as it passed by to retain my balance. If that wasn't enough, a Suburban, coming the opposite direction, was apparently upset that the truck had cut him off, so, in his attempt to "show that trucker", he was going to fly past the back of the trailer as fast as he could. Well, that's where I was, stalled out by this point. He locks it up and does a sliding skid towards me. Thank God I got the bike started in time and gunned it, narrowly missing the Suburban. After all was said and done, the only damage to the bike was that I literally split the center of the rear tire down the middle from the controlled skid.
I nervously laughed it off with false bravado, but parked my bike in the garage, where it's sat for nearly 2 years.
My problem was that I had no control over what that trucker did. How can you avoid something you have no control over? I've finally accepted that $&*% happens and that I cannot let it stop me from riding. I replaced the battery, blew out the old fuel, replaced the split tire and have now been riding again for 4 days. Sure feels good to be back in the saddle, but I am a bit more apprehensive around big trucks. ???