So, I'm kinda pizzed off. My dad, a fellow rider, thinks I shouldn't get another motorcycle... Why? Because of my wreck. Actually, let me rephrase that, he thinks I shouldnt get another sport bike... Now, I accept any bad move I make, and I did make a dumb move with the wreck. But it wasn't all my fault. Even the police, towtruck driver, and my PASSENGER think I'm not at fault. The PD dispatcher and the tow truck driver said this turn is NOTORIOUS for loose gravel. Now, I admit, for loose gravel I was going too fast... But how was I to know? I don't remember much of the wreck or leading up to it, basicly, I remember the rear getting lose and me trying to save it. I wasn't above the speed limit... Now, coming from that, do you think a man that lives 4 Hours from me would know if I'm at fault or not? I don't think he would. But he obviously does...
I saw him today (sis in law had my nephew) and he said I "don't have the skills to ride a motorcycle" and "Shouldn't get another one" And if I do "It should be a cruiser"... I countered with the fact that the Harley Riders edge Experienced Riders course was done, and passed, by me at the head of the class... That means I'm MSF Certified according to HD in a harder course than the MSF course itself. Shid, the HD man who books the classes was all for me becoming a MSF teacher and continuing to become sponsored by HD to become a riders edge teacher! Thats a week long course for RE teachers that HD pays for! Now, with that, am I or am I not certified to ride a motorcycle more than my dad, who by the way, never took a MSF course? Shoot, he just got back into motorcycles a year or so ago since from when I was a kid... Thats about a 15 year lapse, if not more for him... So I almost have more skill than him. I'd like to see him pull off a U turn in the tight space at MSF courses without putting his feet down... I don't think he realizes... The reason I ride is to keep my mind off the real world. When I ride, all I do is focus on the ride... On the road and its surface... On whether or not theres gravel... On if this animals gonna run out in front of me...
Oh yeah, heres the kicker... my brother, who went down in gravel a couple years ago and ended up continuing riding, was on my dads side about me not handling the gravel right... Sounds like they just want some reason to harp on me... Or they don't like the busa (which they don't...)
Then again, maybe hitting my head in the wreck wasn't absorbed enough by my helmet and jacket and caused me to go crazy and not realize I really am wrong... Oh, by the way, a helmt is about the only gear dad wears... I wear ALOT more than that....
I saw him today (sis in law had my nephew) and he said I "don't have the skills to ride a motorcycle" and "Shouldn't get another one" And if I do "It should be a cruiser"... I countered with the fact that the Harley Riders edge Experienced Riders course was done, and passed, by me at the head of the class... That means I'm MSF Certified according to HD in a harder course than the MSF course itself. Shid, the HD man who books the classes was all for me becoming a MSF teacher and continuing to become sponsored by HD to become a riders edge teacher! Thats a week long course for RE teachers that HD pays for! Now, with that, am I or am I not certified to ride a motorcycle more than my dad, who by the way, never took a MSF course? Shoot, he just got back into motorcycles a year or so ago since from when I was a kid... Thats about a 15 year lapse, if not more for him... So I almost have more skill than him. I'd like to see him pull off a U turn in the tight space at MSF courses without putting his feet down... I don't think he realizes... The reason I ride is to keep my mind off the real world. When I ride, all I do is focus on the ride... On the road and its surface... On whether or not theres gravel... On if this animals gonna run out in front of me...
Oh yeah, heres the kicker... my brother, who went down in gravel a couple years ago and ended up continuing riding, was on my dads side about me not handling the gravel right... Sounds like they just want some reason to harp on me... Or they don't like the busa (which they don't...)
Then again, maybe hitting my head in the wreck wasn't absorbed enough by my helmet and jacket and caused me to go crazy and not realize I really am wrong... Oh, by the way, a helmt is about the only gear dad wears... I wear ALOT more than that....