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last foot
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The card is on the bar so bear with me while I relate my exciting end
to my ride home Friday night and do grab your choice of beverage.
We all ride carefully or we wouldn't ride for long. This is just a
reminder to ride safe to the last foot of the ride. Came home from
work Firday evening after dark. The mother-in-law was over for dinner
and as usual parked a little to close to my wife's suburban in the
driveway so I could't ride up the middle of the drive and had to ride
around the cars on the grass to get to the double garage door. I
parked the bike and dismounted to aid opening the garage door since
the springs lift unevenly and the door binds if the Sears opener tries
to open the door by itself. Got the door open and hopped back on the
bike. I have very little room in my garage with all the junk stored in
there. I had to squeeze between the large potted plant (kept indoors
from the freeze) next to the rear of my shovelhead on the left and
bales of pine shavings on the right for the wife's guinea pigs. Before
I can even enter the garage I have to angle forward and back a time or
two to get lined up since the cars were also parked too close to the
garage. Anyway as I enter the garage I feel the right saddlebag nudge
the lawn chair setting just in front of the garage on the right, the
side I came up from. I didn't notice but the chair snagged the front
buckle of the bag and was being dragged into the garage. As I began my
turn to the right to squeeze into the open space where i park the
chair slams into the bales and throws the bike to a hard left lean and
would have knocked me right over onto my shovelhead's license plate
except for the large flower pot on casters jamming my leg against my
twinkie and the pot against my shovel. As all that was happening my
throttle hand twisted the grip considerably further than it need to be
with less than a foot to go before crashing into some large cages
stored in the garage. I got the clutch lever snatched and throttle
released before I moved that last foot but the flower pot was digging
into my leg and I still wasn't sure I wasn't going over onto the
shovel. I slowly got my bike more upright and worked my leg out from
the squeeze it was in. I backed back out a few inches to get the chair
off the sadllebag and proceded to park the bike. Close call, this bike
has still never been over on its side but I got a nice inch long
reminder on my left shin to be careful all the way through the last
foot of the ride.
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Are you sure you didn't pull into my garage by mistake?
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If you haven't gotten too bored have another of whatever you're
drinking. If you have gotten too bored have two.
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Enjoyed the tale, have one on me.
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