...and 4: slid off the road on a patch of sand and down an embankment to a stream. I jumped off my motorcycle when I went over the edge. As I slid down the embankment (face down), I was wondering if I was now going to be run over by my own motorcycle. Fortunately the left foot peg and handlebar dug into the soil. It was still running after I got up, and some people who I had recently passed stopped to help me up the slope. I rode it home all bent up- the left side of the handle bars was bent to nearly facing me, but the clutch still worked. Tough to kill a Harley.
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.
