of where the adventure began.
One night, just arriving home from a beautiful evening ride, halfway down my long, dark driveway ... it seems a patch of mud I couldn't see, but hit, quickly slowed the front tire down. The now faster back tire kicked out to the right causing my left foot to stomp the ground to keep the bike up, while the right hand was pulling the handlebar to the right and concurrently applying throttle while the conscious brain is screaming "OFF THROTTLE!". Left foot stomp and push over corrected, front tire is now spinning to right and back tire is kicking left, so right foot stomps and kicks the ground, repeating the first series sans throttle ... all the while brain is registering that: we're in mud, it will be a soft landing but bike is going to spin when she hits and even though its the driveway this is going to hurt! Cell phone in saddlebag. No one is riding with me. No one is awake at home. This could be a problem ... except ... except ... except ... it's all back under control. We are still upright and slowly still moving forward with two wheels where they should be and feet back on foot rests and the amazing incredible thought that "I didn't lose it!"
I had to take a flashlight back to check the details. The next day in the light, H and I read the tracks that tell the tale...of where the adventure began ...
Written by "Q" aka Queen of Questions
One night, just arriving home from a beautiful evening ride, halfway down my long, dark driveway ... it seems a patch of mud I couldn't see, but hit, quickly slowed the front tire down. The now faster back tire kicked out to the right causing my left foot to stomp the ground to keep the bike up, while the right hand was pulling the handlebar to the right and concurrently applying throttle while the conscious brain is screaming "OFF THROTTLE!". Left foot stomp and push over corrected, front tire is now spinning to right and back tire is kicking left, so right foot stomps and kicks the ground, repeating the first series sans throttle ... all the while brain is registering that: we're in mud, it will be a soft landing but bike is going to spin when she hits and even though its the driveway this is going to hurt! Cell phone in saddlebag. No one is riding with me. No one is awake at home. This could be a problem ... except ... except ... except ... it's all back under control. We are still upright and slowly still moving forward with two wheels where they should be and feet back on foot rests and the amazing incredible thought that "I didn't lose it!"
I had to take a flashlight back to check the details. The next day in the light, H and I read the tracks that tell the tale...of where the adventure began ...
Written by "Q" aka Queen of Questions