Hi Folks.
Thanks to all the well wishes. Don't know if I deserve them, but I'm greatful just the same. I'm sitting here in the middle of a two capsule Vicadin buzz. A little wobbly. Like Paul was saying, I do remember using my braking marker, getting off the brakes, turning in, and seeing the downed bike. I remember not being worried, because that part of T3 isn't very fast, at least at my level. You can make some line changes just by easing off the throttle. Well, that's what I hoped to do. From that point on, until I got into the ambulance, I remember virtually nothing. No front wheel tuck, no sliding, certainly not being thumped by the motard. I don't think there any Harley vintage bikes there. I'm guessing that the bike that left the oil, was one of the Honda CB350s that I saw in the pits. I don't recall any old British bikes either. Poop happens.
I feel bad for the motard rider, because Paul said he was really upset that he clocked me. I don't think he had much say in the matter. I'm definately thankful and greatful that Paul, and my friend since high school, Pete were there. They both took care of everything afterwards. Now I have to think of a nice way to show my appreciation. Paul is a nut. He isn't a personal fan club. Just a real motorcyclist, and a real motorcycle enthusiast. Pretty damn nice when you get to meet those people isn't it? I'm getting a little woozy, so I think a nap is in order. I'll check in later when I'm a little more rested. Thanks everybody!!
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