Yup, after 3 years and 36000 ks my bike got wrecked from under me today.
Had picked up the nz wide tag from Opiki, and was heading up to the Manawatu gorge enroute to Mangatanoka to place the tag at the Tui brewery when a shortsighted asian lady pulled a U turn right in front of me on the highway between Palmerston North and Ashhurst.
I was scrubbing of speed (read fully locked up ) and had managed to point the bike at an escape route which would have taken me behind her had she kept moving,when she decided to see me and stopped dead in her tracks, leaving her people carrier type van square across my lane.
Upshot was, I hit her right on the rear corner of her van, leaving a lovely imprint of the right side of my body in her panelwork.The impact momentarily stopped me allowing my trusty speedy to lie down on her left side, and waiting for me to land on top of her before sliding 20 odd metres down the road and taking all the gravel rash which was meant for me.
Allas, I feel she sacrificed her all for me, for as we finally came to a halt all her life blood drained from her as a huge hole was ripped in the side of the crankcase.
R I P my beloved speedy, I hope they can put you back together, but I fear you may have breathed your last.
Had picked up the nz wide tag from Opiki, and was heading up to the Manawatu gorge enroute to Mangatanoka to place the tag at the Tui brewery when a shortsighted asian lady pulled a U turn right in front of me on the highway between Palmerston North and Ashhurst.
I was scrubbing of speed (read fully locked up ) and had managed to point the bike at an escape route which would have taken me behind her had she kept moving,when she decided to see me and stopped dead in her tracks, leaving her people carrier type van square across my lane.
Upshot was, I hit her right on the rear corner of her van, leaving a lovely imprint of the right side of my body in her panelwork.The impact momentarily stopped me allowing my trusty speedy to lie down on her left side, and waiting for me to land on top of her before sliding 20 odd metres down the road and taking all the gravel rash which was meant for me.
Allas, I feel she sacrificed her all for me, for as we finally came to a halt all her life blood drained from her as a huge hole was ripped in the side of the crankcase.
R I P my beloved speedy, I hope they can put you back together, but I fear you may have breathed your last.
