Lessons Learned IV
Soon Rich and I met up with the rest of the group that was patiently waiting for as at the next intersection.
We found ourselves on pavement, twisting and turning downward. Did I mention that I had soft Compound motocross tires on the bike?. I sure didn't think about it like I should have been, but I had never ridden a dirt bike on the street before.
At the bottom of the hill I came out of a turn and found myself faced with one of those decisions that seems to take forever: straight or left, hard left, over the bridge. There was a old man standing in the corner, pointing left. I was hoping for straight, should have gone straight. So I started to brake. Hard. Before I even new it was happening, my rear wheel was locked, and was drifting beside me way to fast. Yep, I was going down, a low side, not too fast thanks. I skidded a few feet toward the man, or was he running away from me?
Shaken, but not stirred, I had a bit of pain in my knee, I think it hit the bike, and the shifter lever was tweaked, but other than that, no problems. Mike came around the turn as I was getting up, asked if I was ok, and we started off again. It was then that I noticed I had an audience, there were twenty or so fisher folk along the bridge. The were all staring at me, who was this man, what does he think he is doing, disturbing the fish?
Yes, there is more to come!