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On Thursday a couple of the guys and myself took a scoot out to the city like we usually do mid-week. Riding my old shovel (my stripped down totally rebuilt FLH Police Special ) all you early model owners know the drill.. ride when the temperature is cooler, which is usually at night or early morning. It was a great night to ride. Cool and breezy. I ran into an old friend who just got his street glide and then bounced into the city from Queens.
Then it happened on 95th and 2nd ave. A cab stops dead in the left lane to drop off it’s passenger, who thought it was a good idea to open the back door into traffic. This caused the driver in the Range Rover SUV to stop short in the middle lane. After down shifting hard and breaking equally hard. I stopped without crashing into the back of either car only to get rear ended by one of my fellow riders ( he shall remain nameless ). So he hits me in the rear tire jolting the bike out from under me. I spend a few seconds flying and I land a hell of alot softer then I expected to. During the accident I could not help but think how much I love riding by myself. I mean it just cuts back on the amount of things that can and will eventually go wrong. My FL’s left shock clipped my hamstring and my bike ghost rode until bouncing off the cab bumper and fell on it’s left side. Luckily, the only real damage was to my 10″ apes.
So feeling a bit shook and with my sore as hell hamstring, (it could have been a lot worse ) I picked up my bike to access the damage, after yelling some shit to the cabby and the SUV driver. The damage was minor for what I thought seemed a hell of a lot worse. I lost my front break from the line loosening. The tail light license plate holder was bent and my clutch lever and housing was damaged. I pushed the lever back in place and she started right up. It was suggested we needed a drink to relax and we continued on to Sapphires. After enjoying a drink or two and a few lap dances. It was time to head home back to Oceanside.
A long and dangerously enjoyable night came to an end when I closed the garage door. Sometimes there is nothing that can stop an accident from happening. God looked out yet again .. keeping us safe with minor bike damage. Some riders don’t get the point until an accident happens.. what can I say. Stay the FUCK OFF someone’s ass unless it’s your girls !! Ride Hard but in control using the force only works for Jedi’s.. leave room in front of you to compensate for error or end up causing an accident.
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