September 14th, I dumped my motorcycle trying to avoid a woman that pulled out in front of me. I was heading to work, she was exiting a shopping center. Still healing from the injuries. Broken ribs, skinned knees, concussion, bruises, sorness. I got my bike mostly fixed back up and stared to ride again before the winter snow comes. Each time I have been on a ride since, someone has tried to pull ******** like this on me. They either cut across my lanes to try and beat me, or take blind turns from behind large vehicles without waiting for oncoming traffic. It makes me want to give it up.
Ive seen that on youtube. Looks like a good time. Though when I wrecked I didn't have time to even find my regular horn. Just grabbed a fistfull of front break and ate it.