My Friend Bought Kawasaki Ninja H2
Saturday I “died”. (Not really) I went riding with some sportbike riders. I had stopped riding with them a few weeks ago because of their recklessness. Let me take a minute to say, I LOVE MY VULCAN S (non ABS). It has taken GREAT care of me. Over the weekend one of the boys had bought a brand new 2016 Kawasaki H2. As you can imagine, that set the tone for the ride. I wouldn’t be able to keep up but I was under pressure to try by pushing the limit of my abilities. I’m going 88 mph in a 30 mph zone and the very first turn was a 90 degree curve. I wanted to close the gap between me and them but I was going in too hot! It was too late to break. I had to commit or go flying into the side of a house at speed! I let off the break. My heart was in my stomach. A car was coming. Startled more heart was now in my throat. I held the throttle in place to keep my rear wheel gripping and I PUSHED this baby down hard. My foot was no longer on the right peg. It was on the ground. My bike, Tango, didn’t fret. She leaned so low with grace and handled so well. I felt the rear wheel lose grip for just a second before grabbing the road again. I was saved. The rest of the ride I just let them go. I was numb. I was not going to participate any further. I resolved that I had died. 4 months after receiving my motorcycle endorsement. “Dead”. That’s what the newspaper would read and the group wouldn’t have noticed me missing for another 15 minutes nor would they have known where I went missing. God’s grace and mercy kept me from the consequence of my foolishness especially given my inexperience. The bike I’m blessed with delivered me from death. That group can have all of the glory that is to be had for the kind of riding they do. They’ll have it without me. 4 deaths this year, 8 more wrecked bikes and injured riders. They can make pretend I’m death #5 because I’m done. Back to solo riding I go.