Thanks for your kind comments on my most recent 'moment'. I might have expected responses telling me not to be an arse and to be more observant !
I guess that over the years I have had a few moments 'on the edge' and I suppose I'm either pretty lucky or not too bad at dealing with them - nevertheless, I don't enjoy them. I guess that goes for all of us that have spent a good few years on bikes.
I've thought about this latest one a bit more and asked myself why, on a dual carriageway I didn't simply move into the outside lane and go round the 'obstacle'.
Well, without doubt a lot of it is down to the Falco's mirrors. The quick glance as I first appreciated the situation and hit the brakes showed clearly that my elbows were heading for doom at the same rate as the rest of me. As I slowed more, the uncertainty that anything else was about to overtake became greater and a glance over the shoulder wasn't really on - I was a bit too busy.
I remember at one point thinking 'this is going to hurt' and concerned that my son was on the back - but as I got nearer I realised I'd got it under control and that if it did lock I had a tight escape route up the inside or I could roll the dice and go round the outside.
.... and yes DavShill - "Bricking it" was an understatement - you could have produced a sizeable wall with that level of production!
I guess my previous moment was on a borrowed Triumph Trophy 1200. A mate from work had a friend at a dealer and set up for me to borrow it for a couple of weeks. I took it in to work one day and set off for a spin at lunctime - with the mate who'd arranged the loan plus a few others watching. Well out of the driveway at work, left turn onto the (wet) road, bit of power to accelerate away and round comes the back. Did I back off? Did I heck ! Probably the best power-slide I've ever done ... and entirely unintended. Eventually got back to work expecting a good ribbing about nearly lunching the borrowed bike - only to find I'd been elevated to the status of biking-god .... it must have looked a whole lot better from the pavement than it felt on board that old barge of a Triumph.
