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Would be an odd shaped car front end to have hit the lens first, its high up even if it does stick out more than anything else. More likely to have been a truck or an SUV with bull bars to have caused the damage. So if you can remember what was behind you at that point that would be another clue.
 
Would be an odd shaped car front end to have hit the lens first, its high up even if it does stick out more than anything else. More likely to have been a truck or an SUV with bull bars to have caused the damage. So if you can remember what was behind you at that point that would be another clue.
I think it was an SUV, but not 100% sure. I'm going to have a look for red plastic when I arrive this morning.
 
I was once going down the road at 55 mph, when I heard a sound behind me. Looking in my mirrors, I saw nothing. Hearing the sound again, I cranned my neck and had a look behind. To my amazement, some ass*&le in a VW bug was so close, trying to touch my rear wheel with his front bumper . I flipped him the international sign of ill will, and accelerated away. Had he touched my wheel at speed, there would have been more than the Lucas lens in bits and pieces on the road!

Slick
 
I was once going down the road at 55 mph, when I heard a sound behind me. Looking in my mirrors, I saw nothing. Hearing the sound again, I cranned my neck and had a look behind. To my amazement, some ass*&le in a VW bug was so close, trying to touch my rear wheel with his front bumper . I flipped him the international sign of ill will, and accelerated away. Had he touched my wheel at speed, there would have been more than the Lucas lens in bits and pieces on the road!

Slick
Sounds like my life in Granite City, IL 1968 - 1970. For some reason the farm boys in trucks hated motorcycles. One time I was maxed on US RT 66 heading north on a Triumph 500 keeping away from a truck with two guys trying everything they could to hurt me. I finally made a high-speed turn, stopped and dared them to come to me. Chickens didn't come get the s... beat out of them. I guess they saw a 6'1" 230 lb young man who might have been armed as something not to mess with after all.
 
Sounds like my life in Granite City, IL 1968 - 1970. For some reason the farm boys in trucks hated motorcycles. One time I was maxed on US RT 66 heading north on a Triumph 500 keeping away from a truck with two guys trying everything they could to hurt me. I finally made a high-speed turn, stopped and dared them to come to me. Chickens didn't come get the s... beat out of them. I guess they saw a 6'1" 230 lb young man who might have been armed as something not to mess with after all.

I remember those times...I was on a 650 Lightning across the river in STL county.
If you were on a bike you might as well have been Abby Hoffman and Angela Davis rolled into one.
 
I remember those times...I was on a 650 Lightning across the river in STL county.
If you were on a bike you might as well have been Abby Hoffman and Angela Davis rolled into one.

In those days, you were automatically no good riding a mc, especially wearing a black leather jacket!
I would wave to kids who were peeking out the rear window at me ..... their moms would freak out!

Thanks to Honda's ads .....'You meet the nicest people on a Honda' to have helped change that.
We also assisted motorists in distress and gave them a business card that said ...."You have been assisted by a motor cyclist, an upstanding citizen as yourself "

Slick
 
I was riding around the US in 1982, I remember riding in rain, punctuated with lightning, somewhere in Kansas. We (two of us) stopped for supper at a Pizza Hut.. I watched a Dad pull his 8-12yo children close to him as we walked in.
Shocking to me.
 
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