It's been 3 weeks since I rode the Ninja home. Working 6 days in a row as a regular schedule hasn't given me a lot of time to ride, so at present my little yellow pony has only come out of the garage, to explore the world, on Sundays, with one trip to work and back.
I have 450 miles of road time and yesterday, as I was coming down the long hill on Lower Saucon Road to where it intersects with Easton Avenue, to my shock, I came upon a huge bike laying on it's side, smack in the middle of the road.
There was a green mini van off to one side, behind the bike, with part of it's rear fender torn off.
A lone woman was on her cell phone calling, I imagined, the police, and the few other people on site had that confused, "what do we do now?" air about them.
The crash must have incurred mere moments before.
The rider, was up, shaken, but looked unharmed, much to my relief. He wore jeans, what looked like a leather jacket and no helmet.
I wasn't sure what to do myself coming upon an accident. The bike blocked the road and it felt horribly cold just to ride around it, yet I wasn't involved and it was obvious that my help wasn't needed.
So I sat at the stop sign and watched (there was no traffic behind me), as the owner of the bike and another man tried to right the beast of a machine and move it off to the shoulder.
Beasty didn't want to go forward once she was up and a struggle ensued between it and it's owner.
Was the clutch cable broken? Was she stuck in gear? Were the brakes locked up? I wondered all the above as he shoved against the bike whose wheels seemed to be stuck to the ground.
At last, perhaps by will power alone, he got her going, the intersection was clear and there was no reason for me not to continue on with my ride.
Sorta made the next few miles out of the 67 I put on that morning, tentative ones, but I was thankful no one was hurt, and that I hadn't chanced on a body in the road, along with a bike laid out, both broken..
It also made the reflective tape I put on my helmet (front, back and sides), and the yellow textile jacket I bought because it was more visible then my black one seem less dorky.
Accidents and incidents happen for all kinds of reasons.
I don't know how or why that bike went down, and I certainly don't know if or when I'll go down, or what the cause will be if I do, but if and when I do, I want a helmet on my head.
ATGATT took on new meaning for me yesterday.
The dude on that beasty bike yesterday, was a very lucky man..
I have 450 miles of road time and yesterday, as I was coming down the long hill on Lower Saucon Road to where it intersects with Easton Avenue, to my shock, I came upon a huge bike laying on it's side, smack in the middle of the road.
There was a green mini van off to one side, behind the bike, with part of it's rear fender torn off.
A lone woman was on her cell phone calling, I imagined, the police, and the few other people on site had that confused, "what do we do now?" air about them.
The crash must have incurred mere moments before.
The rider, was up, shaken, but looked unharmed, much to my relief. He wore jeans, what looked like a leather jacket and no helmet.
I wasn't sure what to do myself coming upon an accident. The bike blocked the road and it felt horribly cold just to ride around it, yet I wasn't involved and it was obvious that my help wasn't needed.
So I sat at the stop sign and watched (there was no traffic behind me), as the owner of the bike and another man tried to right the beast of a machine and move it off to the shoulder.
Beasty didn't want to go forward once she was up and a struggle ensued between it and it's owner.
Was the clutch cable broken? Was she stuck in gear? Were the brakes locked up? I wondered all the above as he shoved against the bike whose wheels seemed to be stuck to the ground.
At last, perhaps by will power alone, he got her going, the intersection was clear and there was no reason for me not to continue on with my ride.
Sorta made the next few miles out of the 67 I put on that morning, tentative ones, but I was thankful no one was hurt, and that I hadn't chanced on a body in the road, along with a bike laid out, both broken..
It also made the reflective tape I put on my helmet (front, back and sides), and the yellow textile jacket I bought because it was more visible then my black one seem less dorky.
Accidents and incidents happen for all kinds of reasons.
I don't know how or why that bike went down, and I certainly don't know if or when I'll go down, or what the cause will be if I do, but if and when I do, I want a helmet on my head.
ATGATT took on new meaning for me yesterday.
The dude on that beasty bike yesterday, was a very lucky man..