This has been a tough couple of weeks. Went out on the Scram today to get a prescription filled for Cris and dropped it in an intersection in the neighborhood.
Running at about the same speed a person would run on foot, following a woman in an SUV through a left turn on a green light.
It's a construction area, but no construction there in the street, and I had just come from the other direction minutes before.
No warning, no feel that the front end was washing out or nothing! One second I'm making a turn, and the next, I'm face down in the middle of the intersection, cars all around, women trying to pick me up and calling 911! I'm so embarrased I can't even look up.
There was a cop writing a ticket on the other side of the intersection. Just happened to be the cop for my neighborhood. We know each other by sight.
I get the bike up, and finally get it out of gear, and out of the intersection. I check it out, broken shifter peg, bent handlebars, probably a new clutch lever, and a little rash down by the clutch lifter. Oh, and a little rash on my new Captain America helmet.
So I go on to the Walgreen's to get Cris's drugs, and while I'm in there the cop walks up and wants to know if I'm OK!?!
He followed me about a mile up the street, and searched out where I was just to make sure I wasn't hurt. I live in a cool community.
Rookie mistake from a guy that has been riding for fifty years.
My perfect Scram is no longer a virgin. And now we have a blood pact with each other.
I haven't had pavement rash in probably thirty years.
Happened so fast that I didn't realize I was going down until I was face down on the pavement. Damn....