01/25/03
Saturday morning. I had just crossed back over the Golden Gate at a cool 70mph +. I had gone over to Marin to see Jess and her family before coming back into the city to catch the Supercross with some friends. Everything is perfect. The bike is running smooth as silk. I get into the city proper and make my way down streets I ride EVERYDAY. I'm going up Oak street with my right blinker on to make a turn. I'm in the far right of three lanes.
I'm on the ground.
F*cking GRAVEL. I just tapped my front brake I guess and just caught the gravel. I slammed down on the left side of the bike. I get up and check everything...OK, I'm fine, take off the hemet. Pretty stratched up...I slid on my face a bit. Both knees on my jeans are a bit ripped and bloody. Bike...ok, I try to pick it up. Heavy. A guy in a truck runs over."That was the craziest thing ever!...I watched you fall for no reason. What the hell happened?" I pick up the bike as it gushes gas (I later find out that it's just what Ducati's do, no damage to the engine). The kickstand is gone, no clutch lever, and the left fairing is cracked and stratched (aaaaa!!!!!)...he helps me push it to the side and I sit on it, as I have no kickstand. I call the Ducati dealer and get a tow truck. I roll the bike down the hill and lean it on a telephone pole and wait.
About 350 bucks worth of damage (labor included)...without the fairing which is 450.00 new. For the record, I had the bike for less than two weeks,and this is the first long drive I took. The Ducati mechanic acts like this is no big deal. "Dude, you were lucky...no problem, nothing really wrong with the bike at all..." Nice guys, but I'm pretty bummed.
I'm pretty sore. The kness are scabbed and swollen and my left foot is a tad swollen and purple.
So there you have it.
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Saturday morning. I had just crossed back over the Golden Gate at a cool 70mph +. I had gone over to Marin to see Jess and her family before coming back into the city to catch the Supercross with some friends. Everything is perfect. The bike is running smooth as silk. I get into the city proper and make my way down streets I ride EVERYDAY. I'm going up Oak street with my right blinker on to make a turn. I'm in the far right of three lanes.
I'm on the ground.
F*cking GRAVEL. I just tapped my front brake I guess and just caught the gravel. I slammed down on the left side of the bike. I get up and check everything...OK, I'm fine, take off the hemet. Pretty stratched up...I slid on my face a bit. Both knees on my jeans are a bit ripped and bloody. Bike...ok, I try to pick it up. Heavy. A guy in a truck runs over."That was the craziest thing ever!...I watched you fall for no reason. What the hell happened?" I pick up the bike as it gushes gas (I later find out that it's just what Ducati's do, no damage to the engine). The kickstand is gone, no clutch lever, and the left fairing is cracked and stratched (aaaaa!!!!!)...he helps me push it to the side and I sit on it, as I have no kickstand. I call the Ducati dealer and get a tow truck. I roll the bike down the hill and lean it on a telephone pole and wait.
About 350 bucks worth of damage (labor included)...without the fairing which is 450.00 new. For the record, I had the bike for less than two weeks,and this is the first long drive I took. The Ducati mechanic acts like this is no big deal. "Dude, you were lucky...no problem, nothing really wrong with the bike at all..." Nice guys, but I'm pretty bummed.
I'm pretty sore. The kness are scabbed and swollen and my left foot is a tad swollen and purple.
So there you have it.
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