Hi everyone, just thought I'd share my recent excursion.
As some of you may recall from a post I made in July, I recently dug my motorcycle from the corner of the garage and refurbished it. Decided to take it for a short three day trout fishing trip.
All loaded up ready to hit the road.
Drove to a stream in a secluded area about 78 miles from my home. Middle of the week, after school has started for the year, should be a nice quiet couple days and nights. All blacktop roads until the last 2 miles of gravel. Once one arrives at the wildlife area, the stream crosses the road in several places. The road changes from gravel to concrete and dips down to allow for the stream to flow unimpeded. Several nicely shaded camping areas interspersed between the stream crossings.
The fishing was good and I ate well during the time I was there. Trout for breakfast and supper everyday. Life is good.
All in all a pleasant trip. Weather was nice, cooling off at night for good sleeping. Plenty of shade during the day. A fair number of other users filtering in and out during the day, but certainly not crowded by any means.
Getting ready to pack up and head out the final day.
Made a quick walk about around my camping area to check to see if it was as clean or cleaner than when I had arrived. Fired up my bike and proceeded to head down the gravel towards the exit. One final stream crossing,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, shazam *&^!! ,,,,,,,,,, next thing I know, the bike and I are down! Did I mention these crossing are covered in 3 inches of water, algae, thin layer of wet gravel dust/mud and slicker than frog spit.
Fortunately there were two fishermen fishing immediately adjacent who came to my aid. With their help, we were able to get my bike back upright. I was lucky in that there was no major damage to the bike and it was 100% roadworthy. It didn't appear that I had suffered much more myself. Yes, my right knee felt a little ( actually a lot) twisted but I could still ride.
So ride it home I did. Seventy eight miles, an hour and fifteen minutes I was back home. Soon as I got off the bike I knew things were not good. No, didn't break any bones but I was hurting real bad. Right knee doesn't want to bend hardly at all. Right leg refuses to support my weight. Can't even find a comfortable position to get any sleep or rest.
Oh I will heal, but I have a feeling it is going to take a week or two. No more of those "bounce back the next morning? recoveries for this guy.
Not looking for sympathy, I knew it was shaky at best doing those stream crossing on a motorcycle. Nobody has ever accused me of always making the right decisions. But I'm alive, made myself breakfast this morning and have not missed a day of work because of this incident. [whistle] [whistle]
As some of you may recall from a post I made in July, I recently dug my motorcycle from the corner of the garage and refurbished it. Decided to take it for a short three day trout fishing trip.
All loaded up ready to hit the road.
Drove to a stream in a secluded area about 78 miles from my home. Middle of the week, after school has started for the year, should be a nice quiet couple days and nights. All blacktop roads until the last 2 miles of gravel. Once one arrives at the wildlife area, the stream crosses the road in several places. The road changes from gravel to concrete and dips down to allow for the stream to flow unimpeded. Several nicely shaded camping areas interspersed between the stream crossings.
The fishing was good and I ate well during the time I was there. Trout for breakfast and supper everyday. Life is good.
All in all a pleasant trip. Weather was nice, cooling off at night for good sleeping. Plenty of shade during the day. A fair number of other users filtering in and out during the day, but certainly not crowded by any means.
Getting ready to pack up and head out the final day.
Made a quick walk about around my camping area to check to see if it was as clean or cleaner than when I had arrived. Fired up my bike and proceeded to head down the gravel towards the exit. One final stream crossing,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, shazam *&^!! ,,,,,,,,,, next thing I know, the bike and I are down! Did I mention these crossing are covered in 3 inches of water, algae, thin layer of wet gravel dust/mud and slicker than frog spit.
Fortunately there were two fishermen fishing immediately adjacent who came to my aid. With their help, we were able to get my bike back upright. I was lucky in that there was no major damage to the bike and it was 100% roadworthy. It didn't appear that I had suffered much more myself. Yes, my right knee felt a little ( actually a lot) twisted but I could still ride.
So ride it home I did. Seventy eight miles, an hour and fifteen minutes I was back home. Soon as I got off the bike I knew things were not good. No, didn't break any bones but I was hurting real bad. Right knee doesn't want to bend hardly at all. Right leg refuses to support my weight. Can't even find a comfortable position to get any sleep or rest.
Oh I will heal, but I have a feeling it is going to take a week or two. No more of those "bounce back the next morning? recoveries for this guy.
Not looking for sympathy, I knew it was shaky at best doing those stream crossing on a motorcycle. Nobody has ever accused me of always making the right decisions. But I'm alive, made myself breakfast this morning and have not missed a day of work because of this incident. [whistle] [whistle]
