Had a great ride today -- Sacramento, Woodland, Winters then up the hill past Lake Berryessa and down into the Napa Valley. Ended up climbing back into the hills on Redwood Rd -- twisty and narrow -- but needed to turn around to head home. I finally spotted a wide spot near a secluded home and decided it would work. Crossed the road into deep gravel and next thing I knew I was standing, looking down at my ST laying on its side and laughing my *** off. It finally happened! LMAO.
I was amazed that I could drop the bike without dropping myself, but even more amazed at how easy it was to right this 700+ lb beast. Backed into it, grabbed the bars and the rear grip, pushed with my legs and lifted and it popped right back up on its feet. Good to know! Only very minor scuffing to the tip-over cover and the lower edge of the luggage (probably buff right out).
I swore this would never happen. I was wrong - happened to me. But it was a great day and I'm glad I've got this behind me now -- not nearly as bad as I'd imagined. AND... there was nobody around to see it.
I was amazed that I could drop the bike without dropping myself, but even more amazed at how easy it was to right this 700+ lb beast. Backed into it, grabbed the bars and the rear grip, pushed with my legs and lifted and it popped right back up on its feet. Good to know! Only very minor scuffing to the tip-over cover and the lower edge of the luggage (probably buff right out).
I swore this would never happen. I was wrong - happened to me. But it was a great day and I'm glad I've got this behind me now -- not nearly as bad as I'd imagined. AND... there was nobody around to see it.
