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Meriban
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I bought my first bike in Japan in 1981 an 81 GS750L, I was getting ready to head back to the states from being stationed in the east for two years. I picked the bike up in San Francisco at a pier and rode it back to the base in central California. I had the bike for 3 years and loved it...I moved to Texas after the navy and drove the bike exclusively...One day traveling down the freeway, I was doing about 50 mph in fairly heavy traffic, I noticed that something big was in the road up ahead. I went around the object and noted that it was a huge driveshaft from a truck, I didn't have time to see the huge pool of gear oil in the road...As soon as I hit that gear oil, I went side ways to the left. I cranked the handlebars and went side ways to the right, still at the same speed...My butt was on that gas tank as I tried to correct my sway, the bike stayed upright but I was still fishtailing mightily...during this time, a thought went through my mind. So many people have told me that if I ride a motorcycle I eventually would go down, I felt myself slacken my grip and said to myself well this is the time...Just as quickly I said Hell no, I am not giving up and managed to get out of the slick and get off at the next exit...I stopped on the side of the road, got off and fell directly to my knees. I was exhausted, I knew then that I was in charge of what happens to me and to not listen to the horror stories about what could happen to me...