She was out riding today...2-lane, mostly, wound up about 100 miles before lunch. (Her and her friend Tina; I was stuck at school.) They had just stopped to get lunch, and were riding through a business district, going maybe 30-35MPH in moderate traffic. They were riding staggered, with Tina (on her neon-yellow Buell Blast) leading on the left, with Liz (on her Hyosung Comet) a bit back, on the right. As they went, a dickhead in a Ford Escape was coming the other way. As soon as Tina passed him, he cut the wheel left (did not signal) and went to turn...at the last instant, his pea brain processed that there was another motorcycle, and he yanked the wheel right again...her left bar just clipped the Escape; she went into what she described as a short tank-slapper, and then ass-over-teakettle into a gas station's landscaping.
The tally: one bashed Hyosung GT250, one trashed Shoei Neotec, one ripped glove, some interesting bruises, and mulch in all sorts of uncomfortable places. That could have been much worse.
The tally: one bashed Hyosung GT250, one trashed Shoei Neotec, one ripped glove, some interesting bruises, and mulch in all sorts of uncomfortable places. That could have been much worse.
