Gian T. Balls
Well-Known Member
Yes this is what I told myself not to do, but when do I ever lesson to anybody. I know better that they do. Ha!
So the story goes kind of like this.
I went out for a ride on Saturday, because the storm was forecasted to hit So. Cal. on Sunday and last through out the week. A few mods had been done. Installed my new faring (was truly naked before), Did the air box mod and I had just put on my 15tooth front gear and was itching to try it. But I still do not have my FCE on yet.
I got all dressed up and out to the twisties I went. I was cruising at first. Up through the canyons. At first it seemed a little to under geared. It’s not bad when you’re on it. But for just a happy pace cruseing a lot. I was shifting a lot. After I made the first run to look for hazards on the road. I started to get on it a little more. Building up the speed. So as not to do anything stupid. As I came to this “shaded” tight corner. I setup for the turn in. Hard on the brakes… turn in and just as I was about to bring on the throttle. The front started giving way and a car was coming the other way. All I could think was “Great there goes the new faring and oh shit!”. I just kept my cool (not sure how) and slowly shifted my shelf back and added just a little throttle for a long but controlled front wheel slide. I looked in the mirror and saw the car had pulled over. So it must have looked as bad as it felt. Dam…. I got lucky and was proud that I kept my cool and stayed in it. I stopped at HWY 1 to clean out my shorts. Then Off I when.
Needless to say I slow my ass down a little after that. Though it wasn’t enough. I had been staying away from the Rock Store because there was a CHP car sitting and waiting to hand out invitations to go to court and give the Cal Gov. some much needed money. Well turns out that after a few Invites no one wanted to play. So he left to seek more people at a different location. The Snake was clear, and all the boys and girls hit the road. Racing back and forth.
For me I ride at a faster pace then most. But I try (oh I how I try) to keep it down. But even I with all my wisdom can seem to be drawn in to the ego of ”I’m faster then you are”. I had made a few passes. I normally try to not get in the groups, so as not to race. But not on this day. No. I had this guy on a New R1 follow me down the hill. He caught me because I got stuck behind a car at a point where you can not pass. At the turn around. He whipped in front of me. Oh no. I let him have a good lead so I wouldn’t catch him to quick. But after the 4th turn I was on him. So I hung back till the straight. I took him in the braking area, and proceeded to leave him behind. I was in the zone. After that I just let it all out. 8 turns later. Another shady area. I was exqueting my turning abilities when my talent ran out. I turned the throttle ever so slightly trying not to get that POP on throttle. Next thing I knew my ass was sinking. Oh shit. I was sliding. Not just a little slip. Hell no. We are talking a Full lock power slide. I’m thinking. This can not end good. So as not to be pitched of the high side. I grabbed the throttle and gave it everything till my pegs where sliding on the ground and I was sitting on my ass sliding, waving to my bike as it slid off with out me.
I again was very very lucky. All I did to the bike was a few scrapes, bent shifter and I broke of my sliders. But the sliders did their jobs. I picked the Bike up. Wiped off my ass and my pride. The bike started up and the guy I had passed just looked as he rode by.
So the story goes kind of like this.
I went out for a ride on Saturday, because the storm was forecasted to hit So. Cal. on Sunday and last through out the week. A few mods had been done. Installed my new faring (was truly naked before), Did the air box mod and I had just put on my 15tooth front gear and was itching to try it. But I still do not have my FCE on yet.
I got all dressed up and out to the twisties I went. I was cruising at first. Up through the canyons. At first it seemed a little to under geared. It’s not bad when you’re on it. But for just a happy pace cruseing a lot. I was shifting a lot. After I made the first run to look for hazards on the road. I started to get on it a little more. Building up the speed. So as not to do anything stupid. As I came to this “shaded” tight corner. I setup for the turn in. Hard on the brakes… turn in and just as I was about to bring on the throttle. The front started giving way and a car was coming the other way. All I could think was “Great there goes the new faring and oh shit!”. I just kept my cool (not sure how) and slowly shifted my shelf back and added just a little throttle for a long but controlled front wheel slide. I looked in the mirror and saw the car had pulled over. So it must have looked as bad as it felt. Dam…. I got lucky and was proud that I kept my cool and stayed in it. I stopped at HWY 1 to clean out my shorts. Then Off I when.
Needless to say I slow my ass down a little after that. Though it wasn’t enough. I had been staying away from the Rock Store because there was a CHP car sitting and waiting to hand out invitations to go to court and give the Cal Gov. some much needed money. Well turns out that after a few Invites no one wanted to play. So he left to seek more people at a different location. The Snake was clear, and all the boys and girls hit the road. Racing back and forth.
For me I ride at a faster pace then most. But I try (oh I how I try) to keep it down. But even I with all my wisdom can seem to be drawn in to the ego of ”I’m faster then you are”. I had made a few passes. I normally try to not get in the groups, so as not to race. But not on this day. No. I had this guy on a New R1 follow me down the hill. He caught me because I got stuck behind a car at a point where you can not pass. At the turn around. He whipped in front of me. Oh no. I let him have a good lead so I wouldn’t catch him to quick. But after the 4th turn I was on him. So I hung back till the straight. I took him in the braking area, and proceeded to leave him behind. I was in the zone. After that I just let it all out. 8 turns later. Another shady area. I was exqueting my turning abilities when my talent ran out. I turned the throttle ever so slightly trying not to get that POP on throttle. Next thing I knew my ass was sinking. Oh shit. I was sliding. Not just a little slip. Hell no. We are talking a Full lock power slide. I’m thinking. This can not end good. So as not to be pitched of the high side. I grabbed the throttle and gave it everything till my pegs where sliding on the ground and I was sitting on my ass sliding, waving to my bike as it slid off with out me.
I again was very very lucky. All I did to the bike was a few scrapes, bent shifter and I broke of my sliders. But the sliders did their jobs. I picked the Bike up. Wiped off my ass and my pride. The bike started up and the guy I had passed just looked as he rode by.
