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2009-10-06 9:31 AM
I Dumped My "C"

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This is the post I left at my Chromehead group site. I figured I may as well kill two birds with one stone. for reference, PTTR=Pull TO The Right, which most BMW motorcycles do when accelerating, due to the boxer type engine.
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It has taken me a week to get up the courage to tell you boys...and the few
girls...

We call the tent/shed thing where we park our bikes, "The Batcave", as I back
into it before accelerating out from it. Mike says it reminds him of the
Batcave, so that just stuck. As I leave the Batcave, I have to turn to the right
immediatly, onto an uphill road surface. I didn't realise just how damp the road
was, nor how cold it really was so early in the morning. I admit it was stupid,
but I have great tires, and I have never slipped anywhere, let alone dashing
from the Batcave.

As I leaned to the right, the rear tire lost traction, and slipped out, all the
way down, ejecting me from my seat. I lay on the road, not hurt, not even thrown
off, just sort of stayed while down anyway...watching in horror as 'Detlef'
pulled his riderless self upright. He then leaned left, all the way down, and
the amazing PTTR got him upright again, where he finally fell over onto his
right side, which wasn't enough for that powerful machine, as he still felt the
need to use the inertia onto his back, nearly upside down, which explains how
the top of the headlight was damaged before I got to know him.

He spun around, using the right leather saddle bag as a pivot point. John, that
bag looks like crap now. Your engine guards did their job well, and are looking
well used. The right oval mirror is beyond repair. The ugly 'garbage can lid'
windscreen is unusable. It is mostly cosmetic, but since I am a girl, and that
bike is so damn sexy, I won't be riding until I can get it all repaired. This
time, I will be using advice from all of you, instead of just guessing what I
need.

I pulled something in the back of my knee, trying to upright the bike by myself,
which I know I cannot possibly lift....ever. My right butt cheek hurt like hell,
but no bruise. My new Nolan pink helmet never came close to the road surface.
And, I will never again leave the Batcave in such a manor.

--hanging head in shame--

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