07-20-2018, 07:24 AM
Great story, Nortoon!
When I dropped my first Sportster (518#) on a fire road near Los Angeles, I just grabbed it, without any planning and started to yank it up...without putting my back to it. Two loud pops in my back were the first indication of a tactical error (M/C related spine injury in 1963). The pain was microseconds behind. I had not seen anyone all morning, riding solo (as usual), far, far from a paved road, but within minutes along came a truck with two stout fellows who righted it. I rarely take even aspirin, but Percocet was welcome that night.
When I dropped my first Sportster (518#) on a fire road near Los Angeles, I just grabbed it, without any planning and started to yank it up...without putting my back to it. Two loud pops in my back were the first indication of a tactical error (M/C related spine injury in 1963). The pain was microseconds behind. I had not seen anyone all morning, riding solo (as usual), far, far from a paved road, but within minutes along came a truck with two stout fellows who righted it. I rarely take even aspirin, but Percocet was welcome that night.