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Bad day

dabrucru

Cruisin' Guzzisti
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malta
Hi all, today i woke up early and decided to go to work with my racer. To start with the road were were soaked wet with morning dew ,which here in malta it get quite slippery. I almost slipoed twice. I arrived at work with the bike dirty as hell... than on my way back home as i was still in traffic a woman touched me slightly on my rear wheel. She mede me signal that she was sorry, and after i stopped to see if any damage was made, she vanished !! I felt nothing strange in the bike after driving it, but now im hoping that no damage was done. For what should i look just in case a damage was done? Does it affect being shaft driven? Also bike was in neutral.
Thanks
 
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That was not a bad day, but a very lucky one.

I suspect your Guzzi is fine, too.

WRT your particular light rear-ender, I was once -- a very long time ago in a universe far away -- hit very hard on the upslope ramp at a frontage-road stop sign for a 4-lane road. I had just started to move forward when a car behind me "tapped" me with such force that I was catapulted onto the median two lanes away! :eek:

Yes, I probably did not actually "fly" that far, but I did some of it in the air and when I stopped, I was out of traffic and on the grass.

Somehow (and I assure you it wasn't skill) I remained upright on "landing," but was so dazed I fell over.

The driver said, "So, sorry; I didn't see you." No shix. Really? :swear:

Even more startling to me then and now was that the only damage I could find to my 60cc Yamaha "Riverside" (lordy, I loved that little machine) was a broken taillight and bent bracket. I was -- as only 19-YO folks can be after such an event -- completely unhurt. Wore a helmet even then, BTW.

I was about to trade up to the big leagues, anyway, as I had already put a downpayment on a 125cc Yamaha Santa Barbara, which seemed gigantic to me then. I can still see (and smell) it when I took delivery. Idling in a burbling sort of way just inside the garage door of the dealer to keep it from the rain outside.

In another lucky-for-me day the next week, I was moving at what I thought was a brisk pace on a back road. A car came up behind me and passed. I can still see the blue-haired lady in the passenger seat and her identically coiffed friend in the back seat. Never got much of a look at the driver, but it was a guy, and probably of the same ancient vintage, i.e., likely younger than I am now. Of course, at 19, everyone over 25 looks old.

[Digression: when 16, my parents had younger friends. The husband, Don, was mid-30's; the wife, Jesse, 26. I remember thinking at the time how hot she was :makeup: ... for an old lady. ;)]

So, anyway, there I wuz ... the car was a baby blue Ford Galaxy. It passed at a leisurely speed and VERY close to me.

How close? Well, in an eye blink, all Hades broke loose. One moment, I am doodling along omn a grand summer's day in western Kentucky. The next moment is all a blur of violence in loud sound and confusing action. In a third moment, I was conscious of sliding along the pavement, with my lovely Yamaha (did I mention that it was red, as was the Riverside; yes, a pattern was developing. :clap:) preceding me at a pretty good clip, while the blue Ford faded into the distance. I don't think they a clue (of much of any kind :snooze:).

Again, at 19, one just gets up from such a thing, dusts off oneself, and, of course, runs over to the prone motorcycle. Given the experienced physics of the event, I was surprised, again, at how little damage there was to the machine. The predictable ground-down handlebar-grips, broken lever, turn signal stalks, etc., but not much else. I had crash bars installed as an option and they both saved the day ... and, in some respects, caused it.

How, you might reasonably ask?

As you might guess, the event was the subject of some Sunday evening and Monday morning quarterbacking. [Oh, before I forget: "Go Patriots! :party::giggle:] The best theory that any of that teenager team could ever come up with was that the Ford's right rear bumper -- remember or google -- that in that day, car bumpers were chromed steel and wrapped around the end of the car like a fishhook. I was the catch, as that end snagged my crash bar and the next domino in the chain was BAM!

Without crash bars? Mebbe nothing. Mebbe my leg? Who knows? I'm just happy that it didn't scare me out of motorcycling.

Whew. Lots of words, but it was more fun remembering that "being there." And, as coffee is now done, time to get back to work "dehoardering" our house. Hope the kids are grateful for that some day. :rofl:

Bill
 
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That was not a bad day, but a very lucky one.

I suspect your Guzzi is fine, too.

WRT your particular light rear-ender, I was once -- a very long time ago in a universe far away -- hit very hard on the upslope ramp at a frontage-road stop sign for a 4-lane road. I had just started to move forward when a car behind me "tapped" me with such force that I was catapulted onto the median two lanes away! :eek:

Yes, I probably did not actually "fly" that far, but I did some of it in the air and when I stopped, I was out of traffic and on the grass.

Somehow (and I assure you it wasn't skill) I remained upright on "landing," but was so dazed I fell over.

The driver said, "So, sorry; I didn't see you." No shix. Really? :swear:

Even more startling to me then and now was that the only damage I could find to my 60cc Yamaha "Riverside" (lordy, I loved that little machine) was a broken taillight and bent bracket. I was -- as only 19-YO folks can be after such an event -- completely unhurt. Wore a helmet even then, BTW.

I was about to trade up to the big leagues, anyway, as I had already put a downpayment on a 125cc Yamaha Santa Barbara, which seemed gigantic to me then. I can still see (and smell) it when I took delivery. Idling in a burbling sort of way just inside the garage door of the dealer to keep it from the rain outside.

In another lucky-for-me day the next week, I was moving at what I thought was a brisk pace on a back road. A car came up behind me and passed. I can still see the blue-haired lady in the passenger seat and her identically coiffed friend in the back seat. Never got much of a look at the driver, but it was a guy, and probably of the same ancient vintage, i.e., likely younger than I am now. Of course, at 19, everyone over 25 looks old.

[Digression: when 16, my parents had younger friends. The husband, Don, was mid-30's; the wife, Jesse, 26. I remember thinking at the time how hot she was :makeup: ... for an old lady. ;)]

So, anyway, there I wuz ... the car was a baby blue Ford Galaxy. It passed at a leisurely speed and VERY close to me.

How close? Well, in an eye blink, all Hades broke loose. One moment, I am doodling along omn a grand summer's day in western Kentucky. The next moment is all a blur of violence in loud sound and confusing action. In a third moment, I was conscious of sliding along the pavement, with my lovely Yamaha (did I mention that it was red, as was the Riverside; yes, a pattern was developing. :clap:) preceding me at a pretty good clip, while the blue Ford faded into the distance. I don't think they a clue (of much of any kind :snooze:).

Again, at 19, one just gets up from such a thing, dusts off oneself, and, of course, runs over to the prone motorcycle. Given the experienced physics of the event, I was surprised, again, at how little damage there was to the machine. The predictable ground-down handlebar-grips, broken lever, turn signal stalks, etc., but not much else. I had crash bars installed as an option and they both saved the day ... and, in some respects, caused it.

How, you might reasonably ask?

As you might guess, the event was the subject of some Sunday evening and Monday morning quarterbacking. [Oh, before I forget: "Go Patriots! :party::giggle:] The best theory that any of that teenager team could ever come up with was that the Ford's right rear bumper -- remember or google -- that in that day, car bumpers were chromed steel and wrapped around the end of the car like a fishhook. I was the catch, as that end snagged my crash bar and the next domino in the chain was BAM!

Without crash bars? Mebbe nothing. Mebbe my leg? Who knows? I'm just happy that it didn't scare me out of motorcycling.

Whew. Lots of words, but it was more fun remembering that "being there." And, as coffee is now done, time to get back to work "dehoardering" our house. Hope the kids are grateful for that some day. :rofl:

Bill
nice memories
 
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