Originally Posted by oldqwerty
Adrenaline rush. Riding alone 20 miles from nowhere out on Old Ore Road in the middle of Big Bend National Park, tooling along about 45mph taking in the scenery. Smooth road, but at the last instant before death what should appear but three ditches (washes), each about a foot wide, two feet deep, and a foot apart, crossing the road at a 45* angle. Drop a front tire in one of those and you'll break the forks clean off, pretzel the wheel, drop a foot in the next ditch and the inertia of the bike will lay you face down, knee bent backwards, until you are flat on the ground. That would really suck.
So, go into panic mode, stand on the rear brake, front brake to the grip, downshift to 3rd while slowing down (because you know TW brakes won't really stop you) to 35, WFO, dump the clutch, and 280 pounds yanking on the handlebars starting with the forks completely compressed, and a TW will go over backwards if you're not careful.
Ride over the ditches in the most beautiful wheelie EVER!, get it back under control, stop, praise God, look around to see if anyone was hiding in the bushes to click the crashes (no, bummer), then change shorts...
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