OK, I'll start. The gear described is better than plain old jeans and a tee shirt. But even a good set of protective gear is barely enough, at least for this fragile oldster.
Wednesday I took a short jaunt (well 180 miles is short in this part of the world -- Denver is close to 300 miles RT) with the wife as pasenger. Beautiful scenery; that's why we live here. The Winnebagos and SUV's weren't out so I could actually average at, or a bit over, the speed limit.
But.. about 10 miles east of Salida (look it up, folks) the bike began to wobble. Thinking "flat", I decelerated gradually and pulled to the side of the road. When we were nearly stopped the rear wheel came off (single side drive on that bike), throwing us to the pavement.
The leathers have a few new scratches, the jacket sleeve rubbed a silver dollar size piece of skin off my arm, and the helmets have a few new scratches. and my ribs are kinda sore. My wife got only a bruised elbow. Dressed like EBass, we probably wouldn't have broken any bones, but fersure we'd be scraped and bruised. And I wouldn't be the first to type here - I'd still be too sore, or doped up like Rush Limbaugh usta be.
Moral: If you don't think to check that the wheel mount nuts are nicely torqued down, you'd better wear first class protective gear. And all folks who disdain even the protective clothing EBass reviewed and/or chaps (with fringe) and engineer boots: when was the last time YOU checked the wheels on your scoot?
Wednesday I took a short jaunt (well 180 miles is short in this part of the world -- Denver is close to 300 miles RT) with the wife as pasenger. Beautiful scenery; that's why we live here. The Winnebagos and SUV's weren't out so I could actually average at, or a bit over, the speed limit.
But.. about 10 miles east of Salida (look it up, folks) the bike began to wobble. Thinking "flat", I decelerated gradually and pulled to the side of the road. When we were nearly stopped the rear wheel came off (single side drive on that bike), throwing us to the pavement.
The leathers have a few new scratches, the jacket sleeve rubbed a silver dollar size piece of skin off my arm, and the helmets have a few new scratches. and my ribs are kinda sore. My wife got only a bruised elbow. Dressed like EBass, we probably wouldn't have broken any bones, but fersure we'd be scraped and bruised. And I wouldn't be the first to type here - I'd still be too sore, or doped up like Rush Limbaugh usta be.
Moral: If you don't think to check that the wheel mount nuts are nicely torqued down, you'd better wear first class protective gear. And all folks who disdain even the protective clothing EBass reviewed and/or chaps (with fringe) and engineer boots: when was the last time YOU checked the wheels on your scoot?