07-09-2020, 11:27 PM
When I came back to motorcycles in 1992 it was on a brand new (leftover) 1989 Honda NT650 Hawk - a bike I should have kept - but that's another story.
One day I was swinging through the bends on a warm sunny day on a country road with lots of nice curves.
I was new to riding again after 34 years away from the sport and knew nothing about tar snakes. On one of those curves I encountered a bunch of tar snakes and the bike began to slither, squirm and shake. For a couple of seconds I thought I was a goner, but somehow I held onto it and made it through the curve.
Believe me, that really scared me!
I carried on with the ride, but took more notice of the road surface - then and ever since - especially in the corners.
One day I was swinging through the bends on a warm sunny day on a country road with lots of nice curves.
I was new to riding again after 34 years away from the sport and knew nothing about tar snakes. On one of those curves I encountered a bunch of tar snakes and the bike began to slither, squirm and shake. For a couple of seconds I thought I was a goner, but somehow I held onto it and made it through the curve.
Believe me, that really scared me!
I carried on with the ride, but took more notice of the road surface - then and ever since - especially in the corners.