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Mad Music Monday
If you wanna be respected, do respectful things to earn it.
In other other news, I took a bit of a spill on Jason's sporty last week and got the worst road rash I've ever had. Nothing broken and didnt hit my head. I'd say it could have been a lost worse, but I am a Lucky Bastard. Jason's clutch lever, perch, tank and fender are scuffed up but nothing too serious or expensive...thankfully. While I need to do right by brother, I also have an Evo that needs a rebuild.
Every bike I've ever rode for a length of time I eventually put down at least once. It's never been dramatic and 5:00 news-worthy. It's always something stupid, like front braking when I shouldn't be (sand and gravel) and ending with a twisted this and bruised up that with fairly cosmetic damage to the bike. In every case though I rode it home. My dad was really big on getting back on the horse that bucked ya off. He always said it was to teach the horse that he cant win that way which is probably true but it's also so fear doesnt have a chance to seep in. I've heard so many stories from or about guys who laid it down or had a close call and gave up riding. Whatever. To each their own. This big ass scab cant heal fast enough. I'm watching all these warm days go by knowing I cant ride yet, fall is moving in, my club and I have a ton of work to do and I'm already starting to go stir crazy.
In other other news, I took a bit of a spill on Jason's sporty last week and got the worst road rash I've ever had. Nothing broken and didnt hit my head. I'd say it could have been a lost worse, but I am a Lucky Bastard. Jason's clutch lever, perch, tank and fender are scuffed up but nothing too serious or expensive...thankfully. While I need to do right by brother, I also have an Evo that needs a rebuild.
Every bike I've ever rode for a length of time I eventually put down at least once. It's never been dramatic and 5:00 news-worthy. It's always something stupid, like front braking when I shouldn't be (sand and gravel) and ending with a twisted this and bruised up that with fairly cosmetic damage to the bike. In every case though I rode it home. My dad was really big on getting back on the horse that bucked ya off. He always said it was to teach the horse that he cant win that way which is probably true but it's also so fear doesnt have a chance to seep in. I've heard so many stories from or about guys who laid it down or had a close call and gave up riding. Whatever. To each their own. This big ass scab cant heal fast enough. I'm watching all these warm days go by knowing I cant ride yet, fall is moving in, my club and I have a ton of work to do and I'm already starting to go stir crazy.
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