Well twice in the last 3 days I've had 2 close calls on my Max.
So I decided to sell her!
NOOOOOT! I decided today to slow my stupid ass down quite a bit though.
Funny how the first year I had my Max I was white knuckling it 90% of the time. And it seems like lately I've been looking down at the speedo and seeing the needle between 70 - 80 more and more. That speed doesn't scare me though, it's the fact that I'm so relaxed about going that speed.
I don't know if it's because of the instrument cowl I put on or if it's my new scorpion700 helmet. But what I do know Is I have to slow my ass down, before I go down.
Saturday I was running down Maytown Road, a road I have been on many times, and I over shot a corner and went in too fast I ended up in the grass holding onto the seat with with pure ass whole pucker, hopin and a praying that she wouldn't slip out from under me or nose dive. MY angel must have been with me because There were no poles or signs or trees to prevent my completion of the wild ride in the grass. Thankfully after a very bumpy and white knuckling 20 feet, I got it back on the road, and then a couple of miles down the road, the seat foam out of my ass crack!
Then tonight I was coming home from work the roads were still wet here and there from rain. And a light turned yellow, and naturally the little old lady in front of me had stopped when I had already mentally committed to making it through the light. I locked up the rear tire while squeezing the front brake slowly, and I could see I wasn't going to stop in time before I connected with her rear bumper. More foam up my ass crack, rear tire squeelin like a banshee. You know that sucky feeling you get in your stomach when you know that immanent point of impact is coming? Yep I thought this was it. BUT I kept squeezing that front brake more and more hopin and a prayin that the front wheel wouldn't lock up too. But once again, my angel must have been with me, because I came to a stop in less than a foot of the old lady's bumper. Now I know what Metzler rubber smells like. I guess it's no surprise I did the speed limit the rest of the way home, leaving about 10 car lengths between me and the person in front of me.
Sorry to bore you guys with my long story. But I just wanted to think it out loud as to make it stick in my head more prominently. I blame no one but my own stupidity and complacency.
And maybe by sharing my near mishaps it will remind others to make that extra effort to be safe, and keep safety on the very top of their thoughts while riding! I know I've been slackin lately!
So I decided to sell her!
NOOOOOT! I decided today to slow my stupid ass down quite a bit though.
Funny how the first year I had my Max I was white knuckling it 90% of the time. And it seems like lately I've been looking down at the speedo and seeing the needle between 70 - 80 more and more. That speed doesn't scare me though, it's the fact that I'm so relaxed about going that speed.
I don't know if it's because of the instrument cowl I put on or if it's my new scorpion700 helmet. But what I do know Is I have to slow my ass down, before I go down.
Saturday I was running down Maytown Road, a road I have been on many times, and I over shot a corner and went in too fast I ended up in the grass holding onto the seat with with pure ass whole pucker, hopin and a praying that she wouldn't slip out from under me or nose dive. MY angel must have been with me because There were no poles or signs or trees to prevent my completion of the wild ride in the grass. Thankfully after a very bumpy and white knuckling 20 feet, I got it back on the road, and then a couple of miles down the road, the seat foam out of my ass crack!
Then tonight I was coming home from work the roads were still wet here and there from rain. And a light turned yellow, and naturally the little old lady in front of me had stopped when I had already mentally committed to making it through the light. I locked up the rear tire while squeezing the front brake slowly, and I could see I wasn't going to stop in time before I connected with her rear bumper. More foam up my ass crack, rear tire squeelin like a banshee. You know that sucky feeling you get in your stomach when you know that immanent point of impact is coming? Yep I thought this was it. BUT I kept squeezing that front brake more and more hopin and a prayin that the front wheel wouldn't lock up too. But once again, my angel must have been with me, because I came to a stop in less than a foot of the old lady's bumper. Now I know what Metzler rubber smells like. I guess it's no surprise I did the speed limit the rest of the way home, leaving about 10 car lengths between me and the person in front of me.
Sorry to bore you guys with my long story. But I just wanted to think it out loud as to make it stick in my head more prominently. I blame no one but my own stupidity and complacency.
And maybe by sharing my near mishaps it will remind others to make that extra effort to be safe, and keep safety on the very top of their thoughts while riding! I know I've been slackin lately!
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