Knock on wood....hold on... ok.
My new scooter (the one I have no mechanical knowledge of, and am adding tons of "bolt on" horsepower... should be going from 4 horse to about 8, maybe a bit more.
What am I wearing? Tank top, shorts, no helmet and sandals. Yep... the same wayne that was nearly destroyed in an accident last august.
top speed? Calibrating with a car, with nothing but the performance pipe, on level ground is 55-57. Downhill.....at least 10mph faster.
My brain is functioning very poorly....apparently, it is not even attempting to protect itself from severe damage.
In the spring and fall, I'm with Ree, on the value of leather and gear. In the 92 degree heat...it's tough to force on a helmet and an extra layer of protection.
People in cars MUST be jealous of how 'cool' and exposed to the air I am.....but they won't think it is so 'cool' after they see me skid 70 feet on my face.....
Plastic type shorts and parachute pants (for you hammer fans) will melt to your body--- vinyl windbreakers...will melt into your flesh during a good skid. instead of just road rash, you've got melted plastic sealing in all the dirt...begging for an infection following the burn.
Protective gear sucks.... you'll wear it every day for three months, and the one short trip to the store when you don't wear it, you'll end up maimed. Better safe than sorry, I guess.
Oh, yeah.... this morning at a stop sign, some OLD lady (80+) pops her car into reverse and backs up fast, smashing into the front of my new scooter!!!!
Then.....She puts it in drive, puts her blinker on, and starts driving off!!! I screamed, and told her I had her plate #. She stopped, I inspected the bike---no damage... a barely visible scratch. I'm bringing it to the shop for mods next week, (was hoping this week) and I'll have them look for internal/invisible damage. She was all worried about my bike, and if I was okay... then when I showed her the damage to HER car, she started freaking about how mad her husband would be. He tells her to use the light to get out of the neighborhood.... I can see why. I can't use the light--- not enough bike to trigger the cycle of change.
So...she pulled out, to see if it was "safe" it wasn't clear, so she starts backing up like a maniac--- right into me.
Luckily, no damage (I hope). I told her not to tell her husband, that she'd probably never hear from me again, and I only wrote her plate down in case something inside my forks was broken. the bike rode fine on the way to work. I told her to wash off the scuff marks, and her husband wouldn't even notice....
This lady was old--- she was nearly crying-- she had missed "tea" and recieved an emergency call from her daughter....whatever that means. I'm glad my scooter is okay, but if old people keep running into me....I'm going to propogate a stereotype about blue hair and a lack of driving skill. I'm also glad her car was okay.....she was having a bad morning before backing into me.
Point being, I could have been hurt or backed over, less than 200 feet from my house. No helmet.... what a doofus I am.
You'd think I'd be protecting myself after the big crash last year.
Gotta at least wear the helmet.