strong as steel on the CB saying that they have a donor ... The water in the mouth Shimma - motorcyclist's best friend ... is a joke, but now talk a little bit of brain with a motorcycle forum, where I was looking for the cause of my slip. The post author can draw some conclusions and some questions, which is something I like. But all have a common stroke - What the hell happened?
shimma What is said?
This is nothing but a flutter wheel of the motorcycle and rider (let go because she can not), the left and right in order to complete quickly the soil. The intensity of force and lack of control of the motorcycle is proportional to the speed and go the whole length of the samba (synonym shimmy). They prevail over the possibility of given power by pressing the rear brake, provided that your legs just do not include air stretching. Or purchase of steering damper - this pump worn on the steering wheel to the steering odskakiwaniu prevented.
What is the reason this whole rodeo. Most too strong inhibition of the front brake, which locks the front wheel, and then slip, holes in the road, play in an Allen wrench, bad air pressure, the curve of the frame and landing the front wheel, after driving on the latter. So fast
by deletions I came to the conclusion that I play in the head frame, and pressed the brakes too hard, what was worrying me. This had to be addressed later.
At the end of the council during the shimmy from the forum:
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Nacka ... If you can think of the cold in such a situation is to forget about curbing the steering wheel. Can only assist you (apparently, because he does not yet had a chance to check) hampered the rear brake - moto destroy collected Heart rate and should calm down. \\ ... and express value of the contract that even one Hail Marys;) Presenting the police blew zero blood alcohol level, the driver also. Then I picked up a helmet, threw it on the mirror, and a jacket on the couch. The driver told police continued blatant that he saw in the mirrors of my madness and rode up to the bumper of the next car, I did not crashed into the rear glass. A quick shake of the head dropped eyes on roadways. You could see traces of the first contact with the road, and then some pretty impressive four-meter-high friction along the way, which resulted in the muffler punching victim. The glass was hardly threatened. The police also looked at the roadways, but nothing answered.
I must mention a car driver who saw the circus in the street, blocking traffic stopped and asked me if I can help with something. I wanted to pull a joke of his sleeve to wtłukł chudemu ago, but he abstained, the cullet was my fault.
But why do I say. From the beginning, rides a motorcycle I used to think that during the fall, collision or a simple slip without a loss, you have to rely on myself and not expect others' help. Why do I think I know very well. But over the miles, everyone learns something.
caught behind the wheel and wtargałem motorcycle up to the side of a dirt road. Took a heavy backpack to the police. I watched with contempt as skinny guy tearing silenced after the road by putting the car. I was calm, I knew that the mandate is not inevitable. The driver referred to as toasting a carriage and the fact that the holidays had to go tomorrow. The police eventually intervened by sending a short sentence: "You tie a string damper that does not trzepotał." The guy started to look for something which could do it. Damage
written, the data also mandate it. The police drove away leaving me with more points. I was waiting for his brother and the driver lashed the pipe with a buddy wire.
did, they got a massive chopper and drive. Kiwnęliśmy itself, and the windows driver with a buddy says:
- "such a buy, is safer,"
- "like I'm so broke, that the silencer would not end" - I answered and smiled stupidly.
brother arrived with a friend of the band. Another weakling, limping something. My brother went to the machine, he founded the helmet and rushed. How something is wrong, it's a kill. He came, said everything is fine, because I survived.
Coming to a store that was not at all the way to the end, I almost went in front of me an old man in a white car with no lights on.
shelves with beer helmet, a water półtoralitrową hand, I moved to the checkout. I wrote a text message that I will be 14 min. I threw things in the parking lot to the crowded backpack before running shoes, towel, beautician and clothes for a change.
Coming next to me, there will red sun, feeling the crossbow in the teeth and the heat radiating from the road pyrkałem thoughtfully through the city. Sidewalk, cars, holes, colored lights, shot ones, they drove to the front and the back rest. Before me erect, congested, there are always traffic jams. Cans tend to inhibit to zero before the rails, the cars were going slowly, some people on the sidewalk ... whore, what does it close? brakes, wheel throwing, getting closer, just a beating in the trunk, the rear brake .. no! put your bike .... kszszszsz phew .....
Rising saw my hand and I remember the thought: "I suppose it 14min will not "...
