We take care of our own... It was another routine commute, if you can call it that, zipping between the cellphone and pda encrusted cage drivers swerving their way to their fast-paced jobs over the Bay Bridge all the while spilling coffee, applying makeup, picking their noses, closing deals and spurting forth at 20-50 m.p.h. Never mind the trucks taking up an extra quarter lane due to wind gusts or those thankfully rare folks that just like to mess with those of us on 2 wheels by veering into our space or psychotically flailing about whilst we're along side them doing the lane split. So there I am, just about ready for a brief respite, which entails getting into the 3 persons or more commuter lane. Not 100 ft. into the commuter lane, there is a rider down. I immediately stop and ask one of the other 2 stopped riders what's up…they're busy keeping the downed guy down and calm, so I go pick up his Hardly Sportster which has puked it's oil tank contents all over the road. The bike is sort of ok, except for the crunched toothpick front end (this is why I put a KZ1300 front end on my sporty back in the day) and the road rash on the fancy bits….the downed rider is telling us how a truck cut him off (and I'm thinking that with a poor handling/braking bike like he was on you're sunk) and almost ran him down….he's gonna be ok…a broken thumb and some blood here and there, but he's gonna be fine, and something tells me he's not long for the 2-wheeled world once he's better. It's then I notice that one of the 2 other riders that pulled over is also on an SV…and the 2 nd fellow is on a triumph triple….and at least 4 guys on HD's just flew on by, not even rubbernecking the scene…after another rider stopped to ask if we needed help and he just happened to be on an SV, the cake was iced. We take care of our own, don't we!
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