B06Tang
Cafe Racer
It's been a while since I have been in here posting up and thought I would 'return' and give you the lo-down of my events. I got to Japan about a year ago now and faced with getting raped by the Japanese govt for about 4 grand to get my creamsicle on the road with import testing. I opted not to throw my money out the window to never see it again so I put my Bonnie up and keeping her until I rotate back stateside. In the meantime, I picked up a very nice and fun 1999 Harley Davidson XL1200 sport out in the local economy. Of course I love my Trumpets but my choices are limited over here and I'm not going to pay a crazy price just to ride a bike for four years and then take a bath on the sale because I can't bring it back with me. I got the sporty at a good deal and was having great fun on it.
Then one day I was riding back to work after lunch. This is on an Air Force base so I am required by base regulation to wear appropiate safety gear along with an orange reflective vest. Additionally...I had the bell 500 orange sparkle helmet. I am by no means the most camoflouged guy at 6'5" rolling down the road decked out in reflective orange. That is what I thought at least. I was going through an intersection where it was my right away, the car on the other side of the intersection was at a complete stop...I saw this before I even entered it. I made it about 95% through the intersection and for some reason, the fucking moron drives...drives his suv right through my rear shock and into my back tire. Bent my frame in three different spots, tore off his bumper and front grill and sent me into a wicked fish tail. I tried getting the bike back but there was no way...the second I knew I was going down, I made sure to jump right and push the bike left. I have been riding quite a while now and it has been my experience that my worse injuries happened when I got molested by the bike on the ground. Amazingly, I walked away only with a sprained ankle from the whole thing. The guy nearly shit his pants when I got up off the ground and started hopping towards him while he was still in his car in a fucking rage.
Be careful out there guys. I am convinced now that fuck holes in cars do not see us...they hear us. Unfortunately I only had stock pipes on my sporty; had I put the pipes on that I wanted then I have no doubt I would of ever been hit. From now on, I will pay any decibel ticket I get slapped with...I don't give a shit. I will not be hit by a car again like this. They simply do not give a fuck and don't bother to look for us. Make them hear us and we might have a chance. The GREAT part of the story is that I found a Japanese spec'd Bonnie...2007 silver and black girl! So now I am back on a Trumpet where I belong and I am doing every effort to soak that mother fucker as best as I can that hit me. So I am going to return now and start putting up pictures of riding in Japan...I figured you guys didn't want to see it from a Sporty but I'm back
Then one day I was riding back to work after lunch. This is on an Air Force base so I am required by base regulation to wear appropiate safety gear along with an orange reflective vest. Additionally...I had the bell 500 orange sparkle helmet. I am by no means the most camoflouged guy at 6'5" rolling down the road decked out in reflective orange. That is what I thought at least. I was going through an intersection where it was my right away, the car on the other side of the intersection was at a complete stop...I saw this before I even entered it. I made it about 95% through the intersection and for some reason, the fucking moron drives...drives his suv right through my rear shock and into my back tire. Bent my frame in three different spots, tore off his bumper and front grill and sent me into a wicked fish tail. I tried getting the bike back but there was no way...the second I knew I was going down, I made sure to jump right and push the bike left. I have been riding quite a while now and it has been my experience that my worse injuries happened when I got molested by the bike on the ground. Amazingly, I walked away only with a sprained ankle from the whole thing. The guy nearly shit his pants when I got up off the ground and started hopping towards him while he was still in his car in a fucking rage.
Be careful out there guys. I am convinced now that fuck holes in cars do not see us...they hear us. Unfortunately I only had stock pipes on my sporty; had I put the pipes on that I wanted then I have no doubt I would of ever been hit. From now on, I will pay any decibel ticket I get slapped with...I don't give a shit. I will not be hit by a car again like this. They simply do not give a fuck and don't bother to look for us. Make them hear us and we might have a chance. The GREAT part of the story is that I found a Japanese spec'd Bonnie...2007 silver and black girl! So now I am back on a Trumpet where I belong and I am doing every effort to soak that mother fucker as best as I can that hit me. So I am going to return now and start putting up pictures of riding in Japan...I figured you guys didn't want to see it from a Sporty but I'm back