My brake related oopsie I was following a fuel tanker on a two lane highway. The tanker signaled a left and started slowing, my brake pedal went to the floor. Lucky for me it was a wide spot in the road.

The oopsie part? I had just pulled an all-nighter on the car, managed to leave a pry-bar on top of something. I looked at it once, by the time I emptied my hands I forgot about it. While I was driving it fell on the starter cable (Mopar slant-six) and rested against the brake lines, arced it's way through. What was odd is that I thought I smelled doughnuts frying. I was HUNGRY! LOL

Yep, it's those pesky little details that get me every time.

 

Brings back memories, 5yrs or so ago now I worked in East LA and lived in the Valley SOaks/VNuys and road a Katana 1100 to work. It was cold as hell one night leaving and the only protection was a Cintas workers breaker. Left there zipping to get home, on the 10/5 North ramp a van pulls a half lane change. Expected to high end it but managed to lay it under the bumper as he inched forward. Kicked her up and shook the turd outa my pants leg. Shook it off and started centerlining again. On 5 north was doing about 135 whole way to 132 N Hollywood/Glendale Jnc when a empty container truck does the same damn thing. Locked it up, the guy sees me pulls his nose back over and I slide past him into the stripes again (50mph). I'm thinking WTF? Get my screws back in order and figure at least the 132 has the car pool (whew) it's wide open and I figure (FI!) Lay into it and find myself behind a camry or ? doing about 85 so I back out hell their moving...the gal starts to slow down, I'm thinking ok she thinks I'm a cop. Then she starts to slide to the right slowing more, I'm puzzled, this is the car pool lane, I aint passing on the right (wall). Next thing she darts to the right and in the middle of the lane is a box 32/36" high 24" wide (HOLY &%$^*) just manage to clip it and break the rear peg. BOX DOESN'T BUDGE...Drive 45 mph the next 12 miles home...pull into the liquor for my nightly pilsner fix, and OPT FOR JACK DANIELS!! There's a first for everything LMAO!!!

 

With 9 bikes in the stable and 350+ thousand miles under butt over the past 37 years I must be living right to enjoy the next ride as not my last. Dads got me beat so far, he rode for over 62 years. Time will tell as we enjoyed riding together for years.