I did my time on motorcycles. Put a lot of miles touring all over the country. Two of my riding buddies were killed within 45 days of each other. Shortly after their deaths I was coming back from a 7000 mile trip. Heading up Hwy 151 out of Des Moines at night I had a cop pull out in front of me from a stop sign. He apparently didn’t see me. Within a few more miles a raccoon ran out from the side of the road and struck the front wheel causing the bike to oscillate into the oncoming lane on a curve. Then within 20 miles from home a deer darted out, stopped, and ran back into the woods. I was so close that I could smell it as I zoomed past. Being a strong believer in the good Lord above, and the fact that I believe he sends messages, the bike went up for sale the following week. I’ve been on a couple of dirt bikes since. But not one road bike. I’m done.
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spin_dry ·
