Damn dude. Store that quick before you kill yourself. Now get yourself square because you won’t be doing anyone any favors by self medicating with booze. It’s a done deal and time to move on to someone once the papers are signed.I was pulling out into heavy traffic on a poorly lit road, 3 lanes of headlights from both directions and I’m waiting for a break from both ways to make a left and flow with oncoming. I see a small opportunity but I’m impatient, and the bike is quick so I jump out. Did not even see the MEDIAN!! separating the lanes. Too late I’m committed, out in the middle of the road instinct kicks in, and I throttle it enough to bounce over the curby obstacle as a glimpse of what appears to be my cell phone floats from my chest pocket. I somehow land the beast into the opposing lanes approaching traffic without crashing, and pin it before I’m flattened like turd in a stampede. Pull off the road and frogger out to my phone cussing out loud how fucking crazy, stupid, lucky bastard I am to not be dead right now.
Sounds awesome and a good time - I need to get my grandson back on a bike and get my other started.Took my grandson to the grass farm Sat. And Sun. The small farm , in town about 1000 acres , hills , canals , soft , moist , dry , hard , lots of variation . Ran about 6 hrs. Sat. 5 hrs. Sun. Great time , swapping bikes , changing area's , up and down , all around ..... Next week , hopefully the big farm , about 6 sq. Miles , mostly flat , some bumpy , dry , tractor roads , irrigation ditches .. lot's of straitaways..