04-12-2018, 09:29 AM
Most of us long term riders have an intersection story.
Glad of your outcome, after the crash.
My first was April 13, 1963, 55 years tomorrow.
Winnetka and Saticoy, in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles, was only two lanes at the time and the SW corner was a Texaco station.
https://www.google.com/maps/dir//34.2080...m2!4m1!3e0
A northbound 18 wheeler made a left, without signaling (engine trouble) and I (southbound) slide into and bounced off one of the tires. Not a scratch, bruise, abrasion...just a spinal injury, requiring a body cast...only 1.6 miles from home.
Rode through that intersection 100s of times since, and I think that day, each time.
Glad of your outcome, after the crash.
My first was April 13, 1963, 55 years tomorrow.
Winnetka and Saticoy, in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles, was only two lanes at the time and the SW corner was a Texaco station.
https://www.google.com/maps/dir//34.2080...m2!4m1!3e0
A northbound 18 wheeler made a left, without signaling (engine trouble) and I (southbound) slide into and bounced off one of the tires. Not a scratch, bruise, abrasion...just a spinal injury, requiring a body cast...only 1.6 miles from home.
Rode through that intersection 100s of times since, and I think that day, each time.