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Josh's thread on the totalling of his Honda reminds me of a possible near-death experience I had.
I was riding a Honda Hurricane 1000cc road rocket in fast moving but heavy Atlanta expressway traffic. In the center lane of seven lanes of southbound. Cars and trucks all around me. Beautiful morning. Clear sky. Perfect day.
Suddenly a blanket or tarp in the open bed of a pickup truck in front of me blew out and wrapped around me and the motorcycle.
Instant darkness. Zero visibility. 60 MPH. Did I mention the cars and trucks all around me? Did I mention that I was in a big, sweeping turn?
Motorcyle began to wobble. Maybe I was shaking, maybe the tarp was caught in the bike somewhere. I began yelling and praying. Suddenly with a terrible yank the tarp was torn away and gone.
Maybe I ran over a flapping end with my rear wheel. Maybe God heard my prayers, but the tarp was gone. I was still in the middle lane.
Shaken I made it to the shoulder of the road. Put down the kickstand and sat there wobbly kneed for a long time.
For the rest of the day and for some days more, I experienced a love of life that was near overwhelming. The beauty of the world, the people I knew, the people I did not know --- all were brighter, clearer, finer.
A close brush like this really makes you appreciate life more.
I would like to hear some stories from othres who have experienced possibly near death episodes....
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I was riding a Honda Hurricane 1000cc road rocket in fast moving but heavy Atlanta expressway traffic. In the center lane of seven lanes of southbound. Cars and trucks all around me. Beautiful morning. Clear sky. Perfect day.
Suddenly a blanket or tarp in the open bed of a pickup truck in front of me blew out and wrapped around me and the motorcycle.
Instant darkness. Zero visibility. 60 MPH. Did I mention the cars and trucks all around me? Did I mention that I was in a big, sweeping turn?
Motorcyle began to wobble. Maybe I was shaking, maybe the tarp was caught in the bike somewhere. I began yelling and praying. Suddenly with a terrible yank the tarp was torn away and gone.
Maybe I ran over a flapping end with my rear wheel. Maybe God heard my prayers, but the tarp was gone. I was still in the middle lane.
Shaken I made it to the shoulder of the road. Put down the kickstand and sat there wobbly kneed for a long time.
For the rest of the day and for some days more, I experienced a love of life that was near overwhelming. The beauty of the world, the people I knew, the people I did not know --- all were brighter, clearer, finer.
A close brush like this really makes you appreciate life more.
I would like to hear some stories from othres who have experienced possibly near death episodes....
.