My Bike Page

In which I describe my experiences, good and bad and the ugly
My biking history My love for motorcycles dates back to a very early age. 

My riding stories at the end of the straight was a hawk eating some road kill on the left shoulder. I was confident by the time I got there that he will have taken off. Without backing off the throttle I start getting closer, watching him all the way. First he turns to the left and crouches down like he is going to take off. Im thinking great, no problem. At the last minute he turns right and takes off right in front of me. OMG! I try to tuck in behind the fairing as much as possible but he hits me in the head (got to love a full face helmet). As I looked up for the corner I started seeing stars and had a little tunnel vision that was short lived.

 
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