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I don't know if I am in the minority, but when I ride I always try to think of the "worst case scenario" just to keep my mind alert and awake in case such a situation occurs. I have heard stories of front tire blowouts, headlights burning out, radiator fluid spills in the road, losing a shift lever or having a clutch cable break. I had thought I had run through every kind of odd-ball sitution I could really face, until one night in Petaluma, CA.
I was riding south on highway 101 coming from my girlfriends' house in Sebastopol, CA at about 2am. I was on my GS450, a little project bike I learned to ride on when I started college. It was a dark night and the little headlight barely cast enough light to see very far ahead. I was in a hurry to get home in time for my morning shift in Palo Alto the next day (ah- what you go through for love)
I was overrunning my headlight a bit (going about 80mph) when suddenly I saw thing - thing- in my lane. It was brown, streched across the whole lane perpendicular.... yes, its a DEER! dead, but in my way. Going about 80mph with the small distance I had to react, my instincts kicked in from the MSF saftey class. "Straighen up, stand on the pegs, get off the brakes"
Well, I jumped a deer that night on my GS450. I ran it over, caught some air, and landed pretty good. Amazingly, the bike didn't wobble or tip. I kept my line and pulled over right away to inspect the tires and oil pan. Fortunately, there was no damage! But the night left a shadow in my mind; the shadow of what is beyond that dinky little headlight that you can't see at 2am. I know if I hadn't straightened up, or if I used any brake, I would have been in big trouble. Something to be said for those MSF classes.
I was riding south on highway 101 coming from my girlfriends' house in Sebastopol, CA at about 2am. I was on my GS450, a little project bike I learned to ride on when I started college. It was a dark night and the little headlight barely cast enough light to see very far ahead. I was in a hurry to get home in time for my morning shift in Palo Alto the next day (ah- what you go through for love)
I was overrunning my headlight a bit (going about 80mph) when suddenly I saw thing - thing- in my lane. It was brown, streched across the whole lane perpendicular.... yes, its a DEER! dead, but in my way. Going about 80mph with the small distance I had to react, my instincts kicked in from the MSF saftey class. "Straighen up, stand on the pegs, get off the brakes"
Well, I jumped a deer that night on my GS450. I ran it over, caught some air, and landed pretty good. Amazingly, the bike didn't wobble or tip. I kept my line and pulled over right away to inspect the tires and oil pan. Fortunately, there was no damage! But the night left a shadow in my mind; the shadow of what is beyond that dinky little headlight that you can't see at 2am. I know if I hadn't straightened up, or if I used any brake, I would have been in big trouble. Something to be said for those MSF classes.