Heading home on a perfect late summer evening, there is a nasty 240 degree from flat-to-uphill right turn that ascends a pretty steep (albeit fun and twisty 1/2 mile wooded) roadway into our neighborhood. Just took it yesterday with the wife aboard, no problems. Today, though, I slowed a bit too much: just as I was readying to roll on the throttle I stalled it right in the apex and down she went and off I rolled. I bounced up, glad to have my armored jacket and full-face helmet on so A) I was protected and B) nobody could positively identify me. The real problem was getting back on....the bike lay facing uphill but on an angle that sloped towards the apex. I was able to get her up on two tires with a lot of effort, but I couldn't brace it enough to swing a leg over and after about 45 seconds of this I was getting tired. Realizing my only hope would be to back it down the curve, the bike righted itself! Two guys came up from behind my field of vision....they had figured out I wasn't going anywhere and traffic was starting to back-up. The sensation of wrestling the beast with all my might and having it's weight magically disappear was absolutely surreal. I looked back, and one guy said "take your time, we've got it" so I took a moment to picture the look of disbelief that must have been on my face, then swung a leg over, fessed my embarrassment, fired it up and thanked them profusely. Slightly over-revving I thanked them again then scurried up the hill.
Thank you Good Samaritans!!
Thank you Good Samaritans!!