Fizzi6ergal
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So, my husband and I went out for a nice little jaunt yesterday afternoon. I call it now, the "almost-widow-maker" road. It's the Newberry Crater road in Central Oregon, I'm sure JSP and Tatty know which road I'm talking about. It's the road that leads up to East Lake as well as Paulina Lake. It's an extremely curvy/fun road until somebody takes a corner too fast and high-sides their bike. My husband and I road all the way up the mountain, about 5 miles(maybe more) of beautiful curvy-ness. We made it to the top and turned around to come back down. For some reason, the corners seemed a little more intimidating(to me) on the way down. I'm mobbing down this road and talking to my husband who is right behind me maybe a corner behind me. I enter this corner that was EXTREMELY deceiving and was shouting into the Scala that it's a sharp corner and to slow down. It even puckered my butt-hole a tiny bit. But I just threw my weight over to the right more and pressed firmly on the handlebars to make her lean more. I came out of the corner just fine, but my husband did not. He ended up high-siding his Suzuki GS1100 and went down hard. I noticed that there was a cliff on the other side of the road and my first thought was OMG my husband is sliding down the cliff with his bike.
I immediately stopped and waved the oncoming traffic to slow down. I whipped my bike around and flew up to where he was on the corner, luckily he was laying in the middle of the road and not down the cliff. He jumped off his bike as soon as he felt the bike start to get squigly, but his riding pant leg caught his footpeg and ended up dragging him with his bike. All 3 cars stopped and helped him pick his bike up off of him and pushed it to the side of the road.
One nice older couple stopped and had a friggin parrot on the lady's shoulder. They ended up being from another city about 3 hours away and was nice enough to follow me to our house to drop my injured husband off. After we got him bandaged up, we borrowed my dads trailer and went back up the road to pick up the remains of his bike. His bike probably weighs around 800lbs and the whole ride up the mountain, I kept asking him if just the 2 of us were going to be able to maneuver his bike. Him, being all hobbly, can barely put weight on his right foot and body starting to ache from the drop in the adrenaline rush. He kept reassuring me that we would be able to do it.
So we get up there and have to turn the bike around in the deep gravel/dirt crap that is on the side of the road. I can't get grip with my feet and I'm trying to be the nice wife and stabilize the 800lb motorcycle so he doesn't have to do much work on his injured leg.
Then out of nowhere, a car from Washington came around the corner and stopped and told us that they have some hefty men in the car to help push the beast up on the trailer. I think they saw the desperation in my eyes of "OMG please help us". They helped us and I think I said thank you about a dozen times within a 1 minute period. Husband went into the doctor today and ended up tearing his ligaments and tendons on the left side of his foot. He'll be in a walking boot for about 6 weeks. There goes hunting anyway. He'll just have to road hunt while I walk hunt. We were both wearing all of our gear and thank god that he was at least, cause he had a little road rash on his knees and right hip. Couldn't imagine what woudl have happened if he didn't have his riding gear on.
Lesson learned from this accident????? Never treat a cruiser as a crotch-rocket. They are NOT the same. But long story short, there are angels around us. They may come in different shapes and forms. Not sure of peoples religious beliefs here, but I will say that God was watching over him and I yesterday. Am I scared to go on the "almost widow maker" road? Absolutely not! Just need to pay little more attention and ride at a comfortable speed especially if you DON'T know the road.
I immediately stopped and waved the oncoming traffic to slow down. I whipped my bike around and flew up to where he was on the corner, luckily he was laying in the middle of the road and not down the cliff. He jumped off his bike as soon as he felt the bike start to get squigly, but his riding pant leg caught his footpeg and ended up dragging him with his bike. All 3 cars stopped and helped him pick his bike up off of him and pushed it to the side of the road.
One nice older couple stopped and had a friggin parrot on the lady's shoulder. They ended up being from another city about 3 hours away and was nice enough to follow me to our house to drop my injured husband off. After we got him bandaged up, we borrowed my dads trailer and went back up the road to pick up the remains of his bike. His bike probably weighs around 800lbs and the whole ride up the mountain, I kept asking him if just the 2 of us were going to be able to maneuver his bike. Him, being all hobbly, can barely put weight on his right foot and body starting to ache from the drop in the adrenaline rush. He kept reassuring me that we would be able to do it.
So we get up there and have to turn the bike around in the deep gravel/dirt crap that is on the side of the road. I can't get grip with my feet and I'm trying to be the nice wife and stabilize the 800lb motorcycle so he doesn't have to do much work on his injured leg.
Then out of nowhere, a car from Washington came around the corner and stopped and told us that they have some hefty men in the car to help push the beast up on the trailer. I think they saw the desperation in my eyes of "OMG please help us". They helped us and I think I said thank you about a dozen times within a 1 minute period. Husband went into the doctor today and ended up tearing his ligaments and tendons on the left side of his foot. He'll be in a walking boot for about 6 weeks. There goes hunting anyway. He'll just have to road hunt while I walk hunt. We were both wearing all of our gear and thank god that he was at least, cause he had a little road rash on his knees and right hip. Couldn't imagine what woudl have happened if he didn't have his riding gear on.
Lesson learned from this accident????? Never treat a cruiser as a crotch-rocket. They are NOT the same. But long story short, there are angels around us. They may come in different shapes and forms. Not sure of peoples religious beliefs here, but I will say that God was watching over him and I yesterday. Am I scared to go on the "almost widow maker" road? Absolutely not! Just need to pay little more attention and ride at a comfortable speed especially if you DON'T know the road.
And our own Green Giant Anythony even made due on the 6R!! 
