07-19-2018, 06:43 AM
Had my worst week in motorcycling this last week. I was angle parked while eating at a downtown restaurant and someone couldn't see my CB and back in without looking, knocked it over, and took off. Engine guards saved the tank and engine. Mirror took a little scratch, bar end and lever took a scuff and the foot peg and luggage side rack took a very small scuff. The worst of it was the gauge cover cracked and the replacement is $180. I think I'm going to order the chrome one from Webike for $60.
Round 2. I was leaving an intersection and hadn't snapped my visor down yet and somehow a yellow-jacket managed to fly between my sunglasses and my eye and decided to sting me several times before working its way out. I managed to stop without panicking. Luckily the stings were on the corner of my eye just under the eyebrow and not on the eye or the lid. Still wasn't fun putting my helmet back on to go home.
Round 3. Not a super big deal, but an indecisive bird hit me while I was doing about 100 Km. Poor bird, managed to hit me in the shin in the spot below my knee pad and above my shin guard. Felt like getting hit with a soft ball. Luckily no blood on my pants.
They say things happen in threes, I say they have to if you count them that way, but hopefully I'll be back to that smooth sailing trouble free motorcycling I've been enjoying. Yeah, I know things could be worse, far worse.
Round 2. I was leaving an intersection and hadn't snapped my visor down yet and somehow a yellow-jacket managed to fly between my sunglasses and my eye and decided to sting me several times before working its way out. I managed to stop without panicking. Luckily the stings were on the corner of my eye just under the eyebrow and not on the eye or the lid. Still wasn't fun putting my helmet back on to go home.
Round 3. Not a super big deal, but an indecisive bird hit me while I was doing about 100 Km. Poor bird, managed to hit me in the shin in the spot below my knee pad and above my shin guard. Felt like getting hit with a soft ball. Luckily no blood on my pants.
They say things happen in threes, I say they have to if you count them that way, but hopefully I'll be back to that smooth sailing trouble free motorcycling I've been enjoying. Yeah, I know things could be worse, far worse.



