Death is my constant companion lost friends and family and almost me in each phase of life infant, elementary, hi school, college and professional school then out here, out of state mc friends chiding me to high heavens on my seeming cavalier risk taking, mowed down with their boots on. Same with a handful of very active well known Brit Iron riders too. The very worse injury I got was being very cautious during 3rd wk on Trixie my 35 mph + deer 35 mph broke neck and other major joints and I almost took my own life suffering the recovery, meds enough to ease the PAIN about bleed me out my gut, diapers full of blood. Took me till age 30 to even think worth being born, but last 31 yr has been pretty dam good and getting better all the time. So I'm constantly flipping the finger at Fate The Hunter in combined Rage&Terror&Thrills&Spills.
Only damage I've done to Trixie was breaking the axle doing parking lot peg drags and got the feel of her stabilty and balance points So was going to show off a phase 3 hi side leap turn but axle broke which took the springback away so I caught it before flipped me off instead. Only thing hit in creek bed was axle ends and peg and bar ends, amazing to me too, as realized too late a regular Commando ain't got half the flight envelope of my beloved Ms Peel.
Wes made video of me zooming the take down turn rather faster but not scraping and taking a proper line, but not sliding drifting nor skipping or pogoing Hinging so not that interesting, even though nerve wracking a bit with the luggage bungees swaying.
OK my wise mature well meaning mentoring friends, Consider a typical event on Trixie that keeps me insane state to comprehend life on a mc, coming home after Wes stuck all day till dark in cold rain, he split off and I hit THE Gravel, awake and alert and taking full care to just make it home, UFO zapped me in saddle, implanted-injected my brain then slammed me down on L arm and knee in a low side into puddle water then hi sided onto other arm and knee into a low side water splash that hi sided back perfectly upright in line out of the mud puddle with luggage swaying on its bugge's for a few seconds. Rear must of hit a stone and rolled off. Leaves me shaking my head right now, one gives up full control of life and limb and bike if seat in a saddle, so WTF, lets make it memorable till you and I gone too.
So all the above fades to mere dream world to me as I've been ^Struck by the
Reality Lightening of compliant tri-links^ into new orbits and ain't coming down. Once Peel fielded I've got little use for such a limited quaint fragile Cdo thingy you all must put up with. I figure a factory Combat that's reliable is a desirable item to sell off good riddance.
Fall 2003
Fall 2004
