FXSTB/I - Eoch
Dockdog - Crazy old fart
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| Over The High Side | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| On July 5 2001, work was slow, being the day after a holiday. I decided to take the day off and go for a ride. I headed for the mountains, soon I was on the back roads enjoying the ride. I came upon a road I had never been down before. It turned out to be a desolate mountain road with no traffic at all. I came to a crossroads and I sat there for fifteen minutes. No cars passed, the wind was still. You may think it strange but I tell you true that I could not shake off a sense of danger. Finally, I chose my route and proceeded straight ahead. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| At first, the road was kind. A narrow back road with mild curves and trees that hung over the road was blocking the heat of the sun. After about four miles, the road begins a downhill spiral. It became increasingly narrow with more sharp and winding curves. I felt the road had deliberately deceived me. I came upon a series of narrow curves with too much downhill speed. The bike tried it best to compensate for my poor judgment. Together we made an awesome lean to the right but begin to slide on some sand. What happened next I do not know for sure. I believe the wheels came off the sand and grabbed the pavement but that is only a guess. My steed wretched violently, twisted, and jerked upright and over to the left at the same time hurling me into the air. I was thrown about twenty feet into the mountain wall on the other side of the road. I lied there a moment trying to evaluate my situation. I knew I was hurt but not sure how bad. I forced myself to stand. I was extremely shaken. I was bleeding uncontrollably from the face. I had hit the rock wall of the mountain side head first with my helmet taking the impact to my head, however, the open face of the helmet did nothing to protect my face that slammed into the dirt at the base of the wall. I knew my teeth were gone and it felt as if I had a tooth stuck in my tongue. My left wrist was undoubtedly broken, as it was radically deformed. My right wrist and arm was possibly broke. My right wrist was bleediing and covered with road rash as well as my chest and ribs. I was loosing a lot blood, but I was standing and therefore felt assured I would be okay. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I examined my steed. The bike was laid over on the left side gas and oil oozed from it's underbelly. There was some minor damage on the right side to the pipes but the bulk of the damage was all on the left. It looked like it had been picked up and slammed violently down on the pavement. I looked at the crushed tank, torn seat, busted fenders, and other fractures I am sure anyone who has seen a bike go down can imagine. I realized my fortune of being thrown free of this potential carnage. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It came to me that this magnificent bike that demonstrated such courage and strength was indeed masculine. The bike, which had not previously revealed its gender, I now named Eoch, a celtic word for horse. Eoch had thrown me clear possibly saving my life and was now busted in the middle of the road between two blind curves. I was worried that another vehicle might come around the corner and there would be more damage inflicted. Although, both my arms were battered, I attempted to raise my bike. I somehow managed to stand it up, but while I tried to put Eoch in neutral I could not hold on and the bike fell on top of me. Pinned under Eoch my arms wretched in pain, I watched as the blood that flowed from my body mixed with the gas and oil that leaked from Eoch. It came upon me that a true bond was taking place between man and machine. Bone and steel, flesh and paint, blood and oil, had been mixed. I lied there and waited for the rescue I knew would eventually arrive. I was content waiting thanking God I was alive and knowing that both my blood brother and I would be mended and ride together again. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Dockdog FXSTB/I - Eoch |
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| Eoch - Celtic word for horse. Dockdog - Crazy old fart |
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