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- Dec 6, 2009
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- On a mountain in the Ozarks
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- 1982 Standard
Today after work, I had to jam to the bike shop to pick up my front tire before they closed. All that went well. While driving home a girl on one of those scooter thingys, don't know what kind it was - they all look the same, you know the kind with the wheel barrow tires, well this chick almost changes lanes on top of me. About the time I hit the brakes she sees me there and jerked back into her own lane for a moment. I slowed to give her the space she was looking for and she took it. Now in front of me, about 1/8th mile later, I think I see a puff of smoke from the front tire and she smacks the pavement pretty hard. Speed limit right there is 45 mph. I slam my brakes and look in my mirror for traffic behind me. Luckily he saw it too and came to a stop. Funny how the first thought in my head was to stop, then the second thought was to use my car to protect this rider laying in the middle of the street, third was to brace myself for impact from the rear. All instinc, without thinking untill after the fact. I put on my flashers and ran up to see if the girl was ok. I didn't see any blood and noticed she was fully dressed. At least she had that going for her. I asked if she was ok and she responded positively, then I asked if I could help and she asked me to pick it up. So I turned my back to the scooter and grabbed the handle and the frame near the seat and used my legs to lift. I'd been practiceing this with the Goldwing, but this scooter didn't seem as light as I expected it to be. Oh well (?) That's when I noticed traffic had stopped in all three lanes and I rolled the bike over to the right side shoulder and with her assistance we got it onto the center stand. Obviously she had an adrenalin rush go'n on. I asked if she had a phone or something and she said ya, she does. My next thought was that my car is in the street and I need to get it out of the way. So I got to my car and came home. Once home, I started feeling like a heel for not staying with her till some kind of help showed up. But, the thing is, my wife has me trained so well not to talk to other women. Lookng back, I think that's why I attended to the immediate problem, which was getting this person out of the street, then instictively thought I was finished. But now my thoughts are that this was quite obviously an inexperienced rider. And at the scooter store, they probably will just take anybody's money, sell them a helmet and wish them luck.
What a sad thing to see.
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What a sad thing to see.
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