busabrother
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Damn Pac, sorry to hear that. To those who didn't see his original account here it is....
Ugh....still in pain, but just wanted to check in real quick with the good people here.
You are all definitely a step above the rest. Haven't hung with many people like y'all...and I mean that. You all deserve a pat on the back and some kinda kick-a$$ reward fer being great.
I can't believe the responses I've gotten....I am in awe at the humanity possessed by the members of this board. I never thought I would receive this much love.
I have truly been humbled.
I just thought I'd stop in again and soak up some love to tie me through....you peeps are the greatest.
As for what happened, well, what can I say but I turned into a squid for a day.
It was pretty breezy out when I was riding...gusts were probably up to 40-45mph. I was riding down a two-lane road with some friends....got hit by one of them cross-breezes. No problem...just counter-steer, add throttle and VOILA! Instant correction.
Now I've been doin this for awhile...I never was scared of the bike shifting with the breeze. Only thing that made this one different was speed....I was hitting about 70-80mph...and was traveling near the edge of lane.
Cross-breeze hits, no worries, says da PAC...counter-steer, add throttle, you're good to go.
Cross-breeze doesn't stop....still kicks the bike outwards...I figure add more throttle and more lean and I should be fine. No worries...
I lean, add more throttle, look to the side, and WHOA....I'm three inches away from some nasty gravel and dirt....and my tires are already needing replacement. I figure this can't be good.
By this time, I'm still hanging on in first gear...waiting for this scenario to play to an end. Doesn't seem to happen quick enough. All I see is dirt coming up real fast.
So how does PAC react in the clutch?
HE FUGGIN PANICS....like a little shid-brained squid. He blasts the throttle...pulls off a kick a$$, Isle of Mann style corner-out wheelie away from the dirt...freaks himself out that he's pulling it off, and doesn't let off the throttle. That awesome 10 o'clock wheelie quickly turns into a 12 which even more quickly turns into a 1 o'clock.
So now what? PAC thinks, "FUG THIS SHID! I ain't havin no 500+ pound bike squish me like a bug". He kicks off and away from the bike...lands on his a$$, slides on it, then starts rolling like a Cuban Cigar on the road.
Helmet saves the noggin that couldn't save the bike...shield gets ripped off...as does the left side of my jeans that I was wearing. My shirt rips as well...and my hands...well, let's just say that without any gloves, I lost all three layers of skin on my left palm along with some nerve endings...my right palm suffers some damage, but nothing like the left. I also lose the first two layers of skin from my elbows to my wrists...on both arms.
So yeah...that's the account. I don't know if I'm making any sense, as the drugs are mighty kick-a$$ this time of the night. I think I'm suffering hallucinations from it.
The other night the Percoset knocked me SOOO the fugg out...I woke in a drugged stupor thinking I was on the floor of Monstah's garage. Fer a moment I thought it was all a bad dream, so I clenched my fists to check if it was.
The pain in my palms reminded me how much of a squid I still am.
That's all da PAC can write up fer now. I found out that if you push your wrists hard enough on the restboards of the keyboard holder, you can numb your hands.
Oh well....as I lay in my room thinking about all of this, I can only picture the people laughing at this when they read it.
I guess I've earned the first stripes of the dishonorable "Squidly" badge.
Heh...PACIFICBUSA - "the Squidly One"
I guess I should change my title.
Oh and Rubbah...you get ta whack me fer free, bro. I ain't even gonna try and stop the whuppin.
PB out....
Ugh....still in pain, but just wanted to check in real quick with the good people here.
You are all definitely a step above the rest. Haven't hung with many people like y'all...and I mean that. You all deserve a pat on the back and some kinda kick-a$$ reward fer being great.
I can't believe the responses I've gotten....I am in awe at the humanity possessed by the members of this board. I never thought I would receive this much love.
I have truly been humbled.
I just thought I'd stop in again and soak up some love to tie me through....you peeps are the greatest.
As for what happened, well, what can I say but I turned into a squid for a day.
It was pretty breezy out when I was riding...gusts were probably up to 40-45mph. I was riding down a two-lane road with some friends....got hit by one of them cross-breezes. No problem...just counter-steer, add throttle and VOILA! Instant correction.
Now I've been doin this for awhile...I never was scared of the bike shifting with the breeze. Only thing that made this one different was speed....I was hitting about 70-80mph...and was traveling near the edge of lane.
Cross-breeze hits, no worries, says da PAC...counter-steer, add throttle, you're good to go.
Cross-breeze doesn't stop....still kicks the bike outwards...I figure add more throttle and more lean and I should be fine. No worries...
I lean, add more throttle, look to the side, and WHOA....I'm three inches away from some nasty gravel and dirt....and my tires are already needing replacement. I figure this can't be good.
By this time, I'm still hanging on in first gear...waiting for this scenario to play to an end. Doesn't seem to happen quick enough. All I see is dirt coming up real fast.
So how does PAC react in the clutch?
HE FUGGIN PANICS....like a little shid-brained squid. He blasts the throttle...pulls off a kick a$$, Isle of Mann style corner-out wheelie away from the dirt...freaks himself out that he's pulling it off, and doesn't let off the throttle. That awesome 10 o'clock wheelie quickly turns into a 12 which even more quickly turns into a 1 o'clock.
So now what? PAC thinks, "FUG THIS SHID! I ain't havin no 500+ pound bike squish me like a bug". He kicks off and away from the bike...lands on his a$$, slides on it, then starts rolling like a Cuban Cigar on the road.
Helmet saves the noggin that couldn't save the bike...shield gets ripped off...as does the left side of my jeans that I was wearing. My shirt rips as well...and my hands...well, let's just say that without any gloves, I lost all three layers of skin on my left palm along with some nerve endings...my right palm suffers some damage, but nothing like the left. I also lose the first two layers of skin from my elbows to my wrists...on both arms.
So yeah...that's the account. I don't know if I'm making any sense, as the drugs are mighty kick-a$$ this time of the night. I think I'm suffering hallucinations from it.
The other night the Percoset knocked me SOOO the fugg out...I woke in a drugged stupor thinking I was on the floor of Monstah's garage. Fer a moment I thought it was all a bad dream, so I clenched my fists to check if it was.
The pain in my palms reminded me how much of a squid I still am.
That's all da PAC can write up fer now. I found out that if you push your wrists hard enough on the restboards of the keyboard holder, you can numb your hands.
Oh well....as I lay in my room thinking about all of this, I can only picture the people laughing at this when they read it.
I guess I've earned the first stripes of the dishonorable "Squidly" badge.
Heh...PACIFICBUSA - "the Squidly One"
I guess I should change my title.
Oh and Rubbah...you get ta whack me fer free, bro. I ain't even gonna try and stop the whuppin.
PB out....
