I just had a VERY near miss with a flying spare tire at about 65mph.
Hadda sit down for a second when I got to my destination.
BE CAREFUL OUT THERE!!!
I just had a VERY near miss with a flying spare tire at about 65mph.
Hadda sit down for a second when I got to my destination.
BE CAREFUL OUT THERE!!!
Yikes!!
Glad you're ok.
Me too. That was pretty fuggin' lame.
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live fast
scary..
i just got back from a short ride earlier. it was fun.
i do most of my riding in town so i'm not going as fast but it's still kinda crazy. i do my best to stay out of blind spots and not behind trailers and shit like that but sometimes shit just comes out of nowhere.
glad you're ok though mazn.
stay safe.
Helpful Motorcycle Hint # 2 - Don't follow trucks in mexico full of coconuts.
I'm talking to YOU Wally.![]()
glad you're safe.
this morning on the way to work i drove. at a stoplight, there was a spare wheel sitting in the middle of the intersection. the light had just gone red, there was time, so i jumped out and rolled the tire towards the sidewalk. it rolled up the curb, barely missed some pedestrians waiting for the bus, rolled past them, down off the other curb, and out into traffic going to other way, down the street i was waiting to cross.
no good deed goes unpunished.
most of the time we never fish!
I was at a safe distance behind a car and the truck in front of that car dropped it's spare tire from under the bed. The tire bounced up... the car in front of me slammed on it's brakes, fishtailing/swerving sideways in the lane in front of me as the tire hit the ground right in front if it bouncing up again over the car's hood. He comes out of his fishtail as the tire is coming down in front of me. I saw it happeing for a ways in front of me cuz I'm a fan of large following distance so I was slowing down as fast as I could without fishtailing trying to predict where the tire would land, which way I would go and if it bounced into me would I be able to absorb the impact and keep control or would it knock me over at a high speed and fuck me.
When the tire hit the ground in front of me it bounced away from me rather than at me and off to the side of the road hitting the cement median where it's journey ended.
If I was a tailgater I'd be dead.
On top of spaghetti, All covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball, When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table, And on to the floor, And then my poor meatball, Rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden, And under a bush, And then my poor meatball, Was nothing but mush.
So like if a GPer bounces a tire in Chicago, it ends up nearly killing another GPer in Minneapolis?
Don't tell Clay.