That's my plan. Just glad it wasn't an expensive or painful lesson!
'Train almost went down today!
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Yeah, well I sure would have liked some knobby tires for that 75 feet or so of off roadin'! I was sliding around like a three legged dog trying to bury a turd on an icy lake!!!Sure am glad I hadn't yet secretly swapped Busas with ya BT:tounge:
Glad you are ok tho! Just a reminder.. The Busa is a high speed
STREET bike...not a DIRT bike of any kind.
I was so afraid I'd find that you dropped your immaculate, Zaino'd Busa BT...so glad you did all the right things to keep that from happening...and glad you didn't get hurt... 
What bad karma was following so many this past weekend? I went riding without incident...had I read all about you and cache, I probably would have stayed home...
What bad karma was following so many this past weekend? I went riding without incident...had I read all about you and cache, I probably would have stayed home...
G
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Whew...my pulse was racing...I'm sooo glad you're ok.
More than being glad you're ok though I'm impressed to hear you tell about it. I hope I explain this right and don't sound like a kook
It seems like whenever I decide to open my big mouth and tell someone of an incident I had on the road they look at me like I'm the one who's from mars, lol, and I walk away having let that person make me feel like an idiot (doh!) and wishing I hadn't worn my heart and more importantly my ego on my sleeve like that. It impresses me to no end to hear someone who in my opinion seems to have it all together say something went wrong or they made a mistake.
I believe that the mistakes we make will in turn make us better riders if we can stand back, get our heart to quit racing...get it out of our throat...push it back in our chest, get the feeling back in our legs and put our eyeballs back in their sockets and more importantly realize what we did wrong and learn from it. Unfortunately some lessons are harder to learn than others.
Recently I locked up my rear tire coming through a decreasing radius turn on a road I know like the back of my hand. The part I didn't know was that 2/3 through that corner there was going to be a bale of hay blocking the road. Now, I know not to apply the rear brake in a corner (thought I did) so I couldn't figure why I was sliding across the road, crossing the dbl yellow, directly into the path of a dump truck quickly realizing I'm either going to sideswipe it or go right under it if I don't stop sliding. It was my severe determination not to ever give up the fight again, the grace of God, my guardian angel, taking my eyes off that d*mn truck, and most importantly taking my foot off the rear brake that allowed me to narrowly miss those huge back tires of that dump truck. Did I mention "narrowly"? I would have died no doubt but if I had thought "I'm dead" then it would have all been over. That is the lesson I learned from my only accident almost 2 years ago. If I ever give up again then it is over. I learned I'm never giving up, I'm going to fight it till the end because I don't want to die. I learned Look, Lean, Believe. I never understood the importance of those three words. I also learned from the incident recently with the dump truck that my foot automatically wants to stomp the rear brake in a panic situation and I'm getting much better at correcting it, it's hard though! But I believe I had to have that incident happen in order to learn what I'm doing wrong. Another thing I learned is those dump trucks sure do have big tires! lol
Long story short...go back to that spot and make it your personal mission to execute it perfectly.
I always say I'm not afraid to die...I'm afraid of the "in-between". Never give up.
Again...glad to hear you're alright and more importantly...glad to hear about it.
Kris
More than being glad you're ok though I'm impressed to hear you tell about it. I hope I explain this right and don't sound like a kook
It seems like whenever I decide to open my big mouth and tell someone of an incident I had on the road they look at me like I'm the one who's from mars, lol, and I walk away having let that person make me feel like an idiot (doh!) and wishing I hadn't worn my heart and more importantly my ego on my sleeve like that. It impresses me to no end to hear someone who in my opinion seems to have it all together say something went wrong or they made a mistake.
I believe that the mistakes we make will in turn make us better riders if we can stand back, get our heart to quit racing...get it out of our throat...push it back in our chest, get the feeling back in our legs and put our eyeballs back in their sockets and more importantly realize what we did wrong and learn from it. Unfortunately some lessons are harder to learn than others.
Recently I locked up my rear tire coming through a decreasing radius turn on a road I know like the back of my hand. The part I didn't know was that 2/3 through that corner there was going to be a bale of hay blocking the road. Now, I know not to apply the rear brake in a corner (thought I did) so I couldn't figure why I was sliding across the road, crossing the dbl yellow, directly into the path of a dump truck quickly realizing I'm either going to sideswipe it or go right under it if I don't stop sliding. It was my severe determination not to ever give up the fight again, the grace of God, my guardian angel, taking my eyes off that d*mn truck, and most importantly taking my foot off the rear brake that allowed me to narrowly miss those huge back tires of that dump truck. Did I mention "narrowly"? I would have died no doubt but if I had thought "I'm dead" then it would have all been over. That is the lesson I learned from my only accident almost 2 years ago. If I ever give up again then it is over. I learned I'm never giving up, I'm going to fight it till the end because I don't want to die. I learned Look, Lean, Believe. I never understood the importance of those three words. I also learned from the incident recently with the dump truck that my foot automatically wants to stomp the rear brake in a panic situation and I'm getting much better at correcting it, it's hard though! But I believe I had to have that incident happen in order to learn what I'm doing wrong. Another thing I learned is those dump trucks sure do have big tires! lol
Long story short...go back to that spot and make it your personal mission to execute it perfectly.
I always say I'm not afraid to die...I'm afraid of the "in-between". Never give up.
Again...glad to hear you're alright and more importantly...glad to hear about it.
KrisThanks for sharing that busababe.
We've all either experienced it before, or we are going to sooner or later. Hopefully someone out there can read the candid posts made on this board and take away with them another piece of information to help them get through their situation.
Glad your still around and able to share your story.
We've all either experienced it before, or we are going to sooner or later. Hopefully someone out there can read the candid posts made on this board and take away with them another piece of information to help them get through their situation.
Glad your still around and able to share your story.
Yeah, at the time I was afraid I would be posting about battle scars on da "train and on Bullet. Fortunately I pulled it out. Don't know where the bad karma came from but I hope it's GONE!I was so afraid I'd find that you dropped your immaculate, Zaino'd Busa BT...so glad you did all the right things to keep that from happening...and glad you didn't get hurt...
What bad karma was following so many this past weekend? I went riding without incident...had I read all about you and cache, I probably would have stayed home...
Thanks for the concern Kris but it sounds like your incident was even more hair raising than mine! No dump truck for me to run under, just a muddy ditch to slide into. It's gotta be wild headin' for those truck tires and tryin' to keep yer head!!!Whew...my pulse was racing...I'm sooo glad you're ok.
More than being glad you're ok though I'm impressed to hear you tell about it. I hope I explain this right and don't sound like a kook
It seems like whenever I decide to open my big mouth and tell someone of an incident I had on the road they look at me like I'm the one who's from mars, lol, and I walk away having let that person make me feel like an idiot (doh!) and wishing I hadn't worn my heart and more importantly my ego on my sleeve like that. It impresses me to no end to hear someone who in my opinion seems to have it all together say something went wrong or they made a mistake.
I believe that the mistakes we make will in turn make us better riders if we can stand back, get our heart to quit racing...get it out of our throat...push it back in our chest, get the feeling back in our legs and put our eyeballs back in their sockets and more importantly realize what we did wrong and learn from it. Unfortunately some lessons are harder to learn than others.
Recently I locked up my rear tire coming through a decreasing radius turn on a road I know like the back of my hand. The part I didn't know was that 2/3 through that corner there was going to be a bale of hay blocking the road. Now, I know not to apply the rear brake in a corner (thought I did) so I couldn't figure why I was sliding across the road, crossing the dbl yellow, directly into the path of a dump truck quickly realizing I'm either going to sideswipe it or go right under it if I don't stop sliding. It was my severe determination not to ever give up the fight again, the grace of God, my guardian angel, taking my eyes off that d*mn truck, and most importantly taking my foot off the rear brake that allowed me to narrowly miss those huge back tires of that dump truck. Did I mention "narrowly"? I would have died no doubt but if I had thought "I'm dead" then it would have all been over. That is the lesson I learned from my only accident almost 2 years ago. If I ever give up again then it is over. I learned I'm never giving up, I'm going to fight it till the end because I don't want to die. I learned Look, Lean, Believe. I never understood the importance of those three words. I also learned from the incident recently with the dump truck that my foot automatically wants to stomp the rear brake in a panic situation and I'm getting much better at correcting it, it's hard though! But I believe I had to have that incident happen in order to learn what I'm doing wrong. Another thing I learned is those dump trucks sure do have big tires! lol
Long story short...go back to that spot and make it your personal mission to execute it perfectly.
I always say I'm not afraid to die...I'm afraid of the "in-between". Never give up.
Again...glad to hear you're alright and more importantly...glad to hear about it.
Hey, I'll promise to perfect that corner if you'll promise NOT to try and recreate your mishap. Deal? Also, you said:
It impresses me to no end to hear someone who in my opinion seems to have it all together say something went wrong or they made a mistake.[/QUOTE]
Ummm, I hope that isn't referring to me.
I hope I haven't misled anyone into thinking that I am anywhere close to having it all together. Glad to hear you're ok, Kris. I'd hate to hear that you went down again, especially if you didn't get back up. You're one of the good ones.
G
Guest
BT - ok, dealHey, I'll promise to perfect that corner if you'll promise NOT to try and recreate your mishap. Deal?
I don't plan on that ever happening again but I never say never anymore. This incident has made me more aware that around every corner I'm powering through there may be something unexpected waiting...which makes me think - what am I going to do if that's the case?
Muddy ditch or dump truck, scary just the same if you think you might go down and have to fight it.
Like it or not, I'm still impressed.
BT-That Karma you're talkin about is easy to explain:
It wasn't the bad karma that made you go off-roadin'. It was the good karma that allowed you to ride through it.
I think it has something to do with the type of people you deal with everyday in your job. You have to get some kinda good payback for that.
Know what I mean?
It wasn't the bad karma that made you go off-roadin'. It was the good karma that allowed you to ride through it.
I think it has something to do with the type of people you deal with everyday in your job. You have to get some kinda good payback for that.
Know what I mean?
He probably can't bring himself to photograph the Bullet until he's got it all clean and shiny again.Come on BT..
Chicken Strips!
And you KNOW we'll be able to tell if you used a belt sander! :tounge:
Come on...Just zoom in on the tire...we'll forgive some dirt...this time.
I really cannot say it enough, but really try to condition your self to leave the rear alone. It has it's uses, Parking lots, gravely surfaces, holding your bike still on a hill. But if you are in the habbit of using your rear a lot while your out riding, it's going to surface in an emergancy and could really lead to very bad things... I'm not an expert roadracer, but I do know from experiance that I can stop a hell of a lot faster and more safely than several of the guys I ride with. Why? Because I completely ignore the rear under severe or Panic braking. It has so little weight on it when I am late braking for a corner that all the rear does is lock it up. You have to trust that the narrow front contact patch will load up and dig into the road and do it's job. I think you might be amazed at just how hard you can nail that front. There have been many times that what could have been a standard "Biker t-bones car that pulled out" tragic story turned into a non-event due to my conditioned response of front brake HARD. Combine that with a love of the swerve and your 75% of the way to being damn near untouchable. (Lets hope these aren't prophetic words for me.) At least the cagers wont get you. The other 25% pure blind luck and hoping that your Guardian angle has a turbo boosted harp and can keep up.Whew...my pulse was racing...I'm sooo glad you're ok.
More than being glad you're ok though I'm impressed to hear you tell about it. I hope I explain this right and don't sound like a kook
It seems like whenever I decide to open my big mouth and tell someone of an incident I had on the road they look at me like I'm the one who's from mars, lol, and I walk away having let that person make me feel like an idiot (doh!) and wishing I hadn't worn my heart and more importantly my ego on my sleeve like that. It impresses me to no end to hear someone who in my opinion seems to have it all together say something went wrong or they made a mistake.
I believe that the mistakes we make will in turn make us better riders if we can stand back, get our heart to quit racing...get it out of our throat...push it back in our chest, get the feeling back in our legs and put our eyeballs back in their sockets and more importantly realize what we did wrong and learn from it. Unfortunately some lessons are harder to learn than others.
Recently I locked up my rear tire coming through a decreasing radius turn on a road I know like the back of my hand. The part I didn't know was that 2/3 through that corner there was going to be a bale of hay blocking the road. Now, I know not to apply the rear brake in a corner (thought I did) so I couldn't figure why I was sliding across the road, crossing the dbl yellow, directly into the path of a dump truck quickly realizing I'm either going to sideswipe it or go right under it if I don't stop sliding. It was my severe determination not to ever give up the fight again, the grace of God, my guardian angel, taking my eyes off that d*mn truck, and most importantly taking my foot off the rear brake that allowed me to narrowly miss those huge back tires of that dump truck. Did I mention "narrowly"? I would have died no doubt but if I had thought "I'm dead" then it would have all been over. That is the lesson I learned from my only accident almost 2 years ago. If I ever give up again then it is over. I learned I'm never giving up, I'm going to fight it till the end because I don't want to die. I learned Look, Lean, Believe. I never understood the importance of those three words. I also learned from the incident recently with the dump truck that my foot automatically wants to stomp the rear brake in a panic situation and I'm getting much better at correcting it, it's hard though! But I believe I had to have that incident happen in order to learn what I'm doing wrong. Another thing I learned is those dump trucks sure do have big tires! lol
Long story short...go back to that spot and make it your personal mission to execute it perfectly.
I always say I'm not afraid to die...I'm afraid of the "in-between". Never give up.
Again...glad to hear you're alright and more importantly...glad to hear about it.
But give it try, whatever your conditioned responses are will come to the surface in any emergancy... so it's critically important that those reactions work to save yer butt.
I'll step off now.
Rev
Once again BT, 813...Glad your both here to tell us about it...
RaiderDm
Registered
Man today is just may day to contridict EVERYbody. 
My view point is to use Both brakes. Hard! I usually toe the rear
fractionally before nailing the fronts. Really sucks the Bike down.
The secret is to toe the rear not stomp. Its all about foot placement.
Just my personal view point.
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My view point is to use Both brakes. Hard! I usually toe the rear
fractionally before nailing the fronts. Really sucks the Bike down.
The secret is to toe the rear not stomp. Its all about foot placement.
Just my personal view point.
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Oooops, I forgot. I'll have to try it tomorrow. I have everything literally packed into my garage like sardines in a can right now and don't even have room to walk to the rear tire, much less photograph it. I moved the patrol car into the garage due to cold weather so it's crowded.Come on BT..
Chicken Strips!
And you KNOW we'll be able to tell if you used a belt sander! :tounge:
Nice way to look at it, man.
I actually got a little on the job good karma today. Got to chase down two little dope thug wannabees and ruin their friggin' day. I happened up on them while they were hiding their dope beside the road at a stop sign for the "customer" to pick up. They saw me and hauled ass. I stopped, got out and got the dope, jumped back into the car and STILL hawked their stupid asses down. Now they're sittin' in jail and some clueless bastard thinks they stiffed him for the dope. I hope he beats the fug out of 'em when he finds 'em. Hehehehehehe...
gcal
Registered
WOW!
alot of good reading and alot of good advice from all.
thank you
i haven't read that keith code book but i will try my best to get it and read and comprehend it.
all the advice you folks give, gas through a corner don't let off cause it will load the front, leave the rear brake alone it will lock up quick, etc., is great for a guy like me. ( a guy who always wants to learn how to ride better)
and i just wanted to say THANK YOU.
u'll probly save my monkey ass one day and i THANK YOU in advance.
GREATFULL READER
g_cal
g
alot of good reading and alot of good advice from all.
thank you
i haven't read that keith code book but i will try my best to get it and read and comprehend it.
all the advice you folks give, gas through a corner don't let off cause it will load the front, leave the rear brake alone it will lock up quick, etc., is great for a guy like me. ( a guy who always wants to learn how to ride better)
and i just wanted to say THANK YOU.
u'll probly save my monkey ass one day and i THANK YOU in advance.
GREATFULL READER
g_cal
g
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