Road Stories From the Pond


Weather you’re the rider or the passenger you are bound to get hit by something somewhere along the high way.  Rocks, birds, bees wasps, even the occasional swarm of locust.  The following are stories of what some of my friends have been hit with.

Getting hit by any object can be dangerous and has caused injury and even death by the biker being hit.

My Own Story:

I have been hit by so many times over the years, but last spring while on a ride I got hit by a huge bug.  I am not sure what it was, other than BIG. Keep in mind I ride with my face covered with a bandanna and sunglasses and the helmet. I got hit at the top of the sunglasses and bug guts ran gown the inside of the lens so bad I couldn’t see out of it or get it off till we hit our next stop… it was the biggest yellow gooey mess of shit ever. It was so sticky I has to wash them with soap and water to get it off.  And it never fails, I get hit in the only place that is not covered on my face every time I ride, between the eyes…

 

BOOF, Australia

LETS SEE..ON MY DIRT BIKE I HIT A ROO AND WENT OVER THE BARS AT ABOUT 60. THEN HIT A ROO ON MY OLD SHOVEL BUT MANAGED TO KEEP IT UPRIGHT THAT TIME, AND HAD TO RIDE THE REST OF THE RALLY WITH ROO SHIT AND GUTS ALL OVER MY JEANS. I ALSO HIT AN OWL ONE NIGHT ON MY SHOVEL AND IT KNOCKED ME CLEAN OFF. I DISLOCATED MY SHOULDER AND GAVE ME SOME COOL ROAD RASH. THAT ONE WAS A BIT WEIRD AS WHEN WE WENT BACK IN THE MORNING WE COULDNT FIND MY SCOOT. WHEN I GOT KNOCKED OFF IT KEPT GOING FOR ABOUT 100 150 YARDS INTO A BIG ASS REED PATCH ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD AND WAS STANDING UP IN THE REEDS AND SWORD GRASS. I ALSO HAVE BEEN HIT IN THE CHEST BY THE GEAR LEVER OFF MY IRONHEAD WHILE FOLLOWING MARNI UP THE HIGHWAY. THAT ONE LEFT A MARK AND HURT LIKE BUGGERY. I HIT A BROWN SNAKE WHO STOOD UP AND CUT OFF A GOOD PORTION OF HIMSELF ON MY FORWARD AND THE BIT THAT WAS LEFT WAS STILL BITING MY BOOT. I HAD TO STOP AND REMOVE THE BITTEY END FROM MY BOOT AND HAVE ONE OF THOSE NERVOUS PISSES AFTER THAT ONE. THEN LAST YEAR, ONE OF THE RAREST HITS EVER. I HIT A BLOODY CROW. IT WAS EARLY MORNING COMING DOWN THE COAST. I WAS FOLLOWING MARNI, DODGING THE FRESH ROADKILL FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE. MARNI PASSED THESE TWO CROWS ON A WALLABY CARCASS AND THEY ROSE, BUT ONE ROSE A BIT SLOWER AND I NAILED HIM. HE HIT ME RIGHT IN THE CHEST AND I STARTED PISSING MYSELF LAUGHING REMEMBERING THAT SCENE FROM WILD HOGS. WHEN WE PULLED IN FOR BREAKFAST I HAD BLOOD AND FEATHERS ALL OVER ME…SO AS Y’ALL CAN SEE I AM FAIRLY IN TUNE WITH NATURE. CHEERS BOOF

 

Lucky, Southern California

I had a bird hit right on my mirror.  I was wearing a short sleeves and half helmet.  I had bird blood and guts up my arm, on my face and all over my shirt.  I pulled off at the next exit and into a gas station.  You should have seen the looks I got as I headed toward the rest room.

 

FeFe, Pennsylvania

I saw a cigarette get tossed out of the passenger side car window one day while coming up to a light. It landed on my seat right between by thighs. I grabbed it immediately before it caused a burn anywhere.

Since it was a summer day, the litterbug had kept the window down. So I held the cig in my left hand, throttled up on the right, went into the right turn lane and threw the cig back into the car it came out of, flipping them the bird as I took off and made the right turn.

 

Black9, California

A bird… dunno what kind but damn it his sharp beak went right into my shoulder and as he fluttered he scratched the $hit outta my arms (I was wearing a sleeveless tee shirt)! Oh and a deer back in 04… hit that deer on my Sportster doing 60! That SUCKED!

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