fredz43
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I hit my deer one night in November, 1992 with my 1987 Concours. It ran out of a field onto the road. I braked, but still hit him square on. I recall seeing him right in the front part of my fairing as I hit it. It dragged the front wheel sideways in the collision and the bike went down. I did my Superman imitation as I flew over the top, leaving boot polish on the tank as I departed. Went thru the air and landed full face helmet first on the asphalt. A sound I'll never forget is the sound of the side of the helmet being scraped away next to my left ear as it saved my life while I slid down the road. Wore thru the back of my gloves and wore thru the knees of my jeans in a second. I still have scars on my knees from the road rash. Totalled my Concours and broke my left collarbone.
I used to enjoy riding at night, but don't do it anymore. The best lights will light up the road ahead, but don't do much for the forest or fields at the sides of the road where they come from. At 60 MPH you are going 88 ft/second, so you don't have much time to stop if one runs out in front of you in the dark 100 feet ahead.
So, if you see me riding at night, you've made a mistake, 'cause, "it ain't me, babe." ;D
I used to enjoy riding at night, but don't do it anymore. The best lights will light up the road ahead, but don't do much for the forest or fields at the sides of the road where they come from. At 60 MPH you are going 88 ft/second, so you don't have much time to stop if one runs out in front of you in the dark 100 feet ahead.
So, if you see me riding at night, you've made a mistake, 'cause, "it ain't me, babe." ;D