ScottRNelson
Mr. Dual Sport Rider
Maybe it has something to do with pointing out that it has been eleven years since I last crashed, but I came very close to going down less than an hour ago. I had ridden about 120 miles including all the way to the end of Wentworth Springs. I was on my way back down out of the hills on 193 and hit a rock in the road that I didn't see, probably due to heading right into the sun.
The rock felt like it was about two inches. I was thinking that I needed to watch the road a bit better when suddenly the bike just didn't want to steer. Using any front brake was also a scary experience. It wouldn't have been a problem on a straight flat road, but this was downhill on a twisty road.
It seemed like about 15 seconds before I finally figured out to go straight and stop with the rear brake. Probably more like three or four in actual time. I made three or four different moves that felt very close losing the front end before finally getting tha big KTM stopped - almost off of the left side of the road. A woman that I had just passed stopped to see if I was okay. She waited and gave me a ride into Placerville where I am right now.
While I'm waiting for a friend to come rescue me and the bike, I thought I would write this message. I hate typing on cell phones. And I don't need any Roadside Angel help either.
More details when I get on a proper keyboard.
The rock felt like it was about two inches. I was thinking that I needed to watch the road a bit better when suddenly the bike just didn't want to steer. Using any front brake was also a scary experience. It wouldn't have been a problem on a straight flat road, but this was downhill on a twisty road.
It seemed like about 15 seconds before I finally figured out to go straight and stop with the rear brake. Probably more like three or four in actual time. I made three or four different moves that felt very close losing the front end before finally getting tha big KTM stopped - almost off of the left side of the road. A woman that I had just passed stopped to see if I was okay. She waited and gave me a ride into Placerville where I am right now.
While I'm waiting for a friend to come rescue me and the bike, I thought I would write this message. I hate typing on cell phones. And I don't need any Roadside Angel help either.
More details when I get on a proper keyboard.