STOC6366
Doug
I was at Fort Belvoir for a few weeks in school (I work for the Army as a civilian), and trailered my '97 ST1100 so I could ride on the weekends. I pulled out my trusty Rand-McNalley, closed my eyes, dropped my finger on Paint Bank, VA...off to the races via the back roads. Plugged the town in my Zumo 550, and off I went.
I was on some back road, no lanes, somewhere in the Shenendoah valley area, and came across a picturesque place and decided to stop for a picture. The road was slanted left to right at what I thought was a 'slight' angle. So, I stopped, pushed the kickstand down, and in doing so, pushed the bike over to the right. Before I knew it, I was saying "Oh, sugar honey iced tea..." and the bike was on it's side and continued to roll on the roll guard until the front wheel was off the ground and I was losing oil. Needless to say, I was able to lift it back up enough to get the oil to stop coming out, and hold it. No more than 2-3 minutes later, a good farmer/funeral home owner comes down the road, sees me nearly under the bike and stops. He thought I was pinned under with a broken leg or something, and was very happy I wasn't hurt (other than my pride and a break-away mirror cover). We heaved Trigger back upright, checked the oil, and talked about the Statler Brothers while I got my wind back and bearings back in order.
Picture of where I was is here:
http://picasaweb.google.com/douglas.d.fowler/August2007VirginiaBikeRide/photo#5100479883746361234
I was on some back road, no lanes, somewhere in the Shenendoah valley area, and came across a picturesque place and decided to stop for a picture. The road was slanted left to right at what I thought was a 'slight' angle. So, I stopped, pushed the kickstand down, and in doing so, pushed the bike over to the right. Before I knew it, I was saying "Oh, sugar honey iced tea..." and the bike was on it's side and continued to roll on the roll guard until the front wheel was off the ground and I was losing oil. Needless to say, I was able to lift it back up enough to get the oil to stop coming out, and hold it. No more than 2-3 minutes later, a good farmer/funeral home owner comes down the road, sees me nearly under the bike and stops. He thought I was pinned under with a broken leg or something, and was very happy I wasn't hurt (other than my pride and a break-away mirror cover). We heaved Trigger back upright, checked the oil, and talked about the Statler Brothers while I got my wind back and bearings back in order.
Picture of where I was is here:
http://picasaweb.google.com/douglas.d.fowler/August2007VirginiaBikeRide/photo#5100479883746361234
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