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Indian Valley

Cool story Bro :thumbup


Seriously, thanks for sharing and glad you're ok.
 
i'm just so worrried about exposed heels on the rest of the ride, I can't even
 
Escape pod said:
Incident in Indiana Valley
The two years after the new Dam to make Indian Valley reservoir, and both prior were drought years, . the lake level had filled to reached the north end to the road. Going into winter all the water had receded. Leaving a bizarre farm valley moon scape with Cash creek running through it.
I entered the lake area after riding up and down the dams spillway, spillway bottom area held water 20" and the center had a spoon out that was 5 ft. deeper, on either side the spoon out was access to the steep spillway.

When i entered what was the lakes underwater area where all the trees were dead and bare, everything was lay bare, you could see every bare stone, pebble, dirt. I proceeded and rode the perimeter estimate three mile long by half mile wide. Then I rode the Creek and found some 20ft. cliffs, thought good fish area when lake refills. Rode around farmer dwelling and a bridge. I then went to the center valley low flat area. Flat broad and could see ahead a long way. Went trough the bikes gears, top out 70mph, standing, scanning the horizon. Suddenly what was invisible, there are furrow rows six of them.
Skid then launch the first furrow a little out of control hit the second, ..third , …fourth, …fifth , ... ***k there's a Dozer trench cut out, drop a gear WFO hit sixth furrow fly and then hit the Dozer trench other vertical side at front axel height. The bike stops with the back wheel inches past the trench edge.. and I felt My roll/fall over to the right.



Laying there beside my Suzuki my eyes closed seeing those carton like tweety birds, a more accurate description be moving stars; don't think I lost conscious just laying there not moving for a while and my thought was .when I open my eyes I'm going to see bent-back fork-tubes with the front wheel tight against the frame and engine, I was hating the thought and had seen it once before.
Still finding comfort in my resting position. I hear a Jeep in the distance racing in my direction. I thought I was alone in the Valley. I felt I need to get up and get some composure because I'm going to have company in about a minute. I Get up dust off a little, the bike at my feet, .. happily amazed the forks look straight.
I lift the bike and mount it. The handlebar crossbar is bent forward and down from hitting it with my sternum (that's why tweety birds)!
Guest arrive, a Jeep with two men and two women.
Quote:
Are you ok? We heard you crash!
Yes I think I'm ok.
My jersey is torndown in front, my boot soles are torn at the heal and flop when I kick start the RM400.
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Am I the only one who thinks this was a story from the 70's???
 
kxmike said:
Am I the only one who thinks this was a story from the 70's???
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Added dates, item details ~ corrected spelling.

Incident in Indian Valley
The two years after the new Dam to make Indian Valley reservoir, and both prior were drought years,[1976 & 77]. The lake level had filled to reached the north end to Bartlett Springs road. Going into winter most all the water had receded [probably November,1977]. Leaving a bizarre farm valley noir moon scape with cache creek running through it.
I entered the lake area after riding up and down the dams spillway, spillway bottom area held water 20" and the center had a spoon out that was 5 ft. deeper, on either side the spoon out was access to the steep spillway.

When i entered what was the lakes underwater area where all the trees were dead and bare, everything was lay bare, you could see every bare stone, pebble, dirt. I proceeded and rode the perimeter, 6.2 mile long by 1.2 mile wide. Then I rode the Creek and found some 20ft. cliffs, thought good fish area when lake refills. Rode around farmer dwelling and a bridge. I then went to the center valley low flat area. Flat broad and could see ahead a long way. Went through the bikes gears, top out 70mph, standing, scanning the horizon. Suddenly what was invisible, there are furrow rows six of them.
Skid then launch the first furrow a little out of control hit the second, ..third , …fourth, …fifth , ... ***k there's a Dozer trench cut out, drop a gear WFO hit sixth furrow fly and then hit the Dozer trench other vertical side at front axel height. The bike stops with the back wheel inches past the trench edge.. and I felt My roll/fall over to the right.



Laying there beside my Suzuki my eyes closed seeing those carton like tweety birds, a more accurate description be moving stars; don't think I lost conscious just laying there not moving for a while and my thought was .when I open my eyes I'm going to see bent-back fork-tubes with the front wheel tight against the frame and engine, I was hating the thought and had seen it once before.
Still finding comfort in my resting position. I hear a Jeep in the distance racing in my direction. I thought I was alone in the Valley. I felt I need to get up and get some composure because I'm going to have company in about a minute. I Get up dust off a little, the bike at my feet, .. happily amazed the forks look straight.
I lift the bike and mount it. The handlebar crossbar is bent forward and down from hitting it with my sternum (that's why tweety birds)!
Guest arrive, a Jeep with two men and two women.
Quote:
Are you ok? We heard you crash!
Yes I think I'm ok.
My jersey is torndown in front, my boot soles are torn at the heel and flop when I kick start the RM400.

Sincerely: point in time the Bike I wanted
http://oscarbyalpinestars.blogspot.com/2010/07/1977-suzuki-rn400-de-coster.html
 
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