Monday, July 07, 2008

Down on 2 Wheels

I was on my way to work on my motorcycle this morning when I attempted to avoid some debris. The next thing I remember was feeling as though someone had pile-driven me into the ground. I pulled myself out from under my bike, stood up, and made sure I still had all my limbs. Then I looked at my bike. It was smoking. I stood it up, and dropped the kick stand. It wasn't too bad, other than some pretty deep scratches in the chrome. It started after a few tries. I noticed after I got it back on the road that the handlebars seemed a little twisted.

When I hit the ground, I heard all kind of cracking and popping in my bones. I just KNEW I was going to have a broken bone. Thankfully, I don't. I feel a little bruised and sore, but, other than a scrape on my leg, and a couple of small scrapes, I think I'm fine.

I hate that my bike got scratched up... the speedometer has some deep scratches in it. So does my left highway peg and mirror. I'll have to find out how bad the forks or handlebars are later. I just got back on it and rode to work. I almost went back to the house and got my truck.

I felt more stupid than hurt. My pants had grass and mud on the left leg. My bike had mud and grass all over it's left side. I'll probably be sore for a few days, though.