Reminds me of when I hit an owl driving from alaska back to the states. Hit an owl and had to drive home with a flannel shirt covering the hole in the windshield and the sleeves closed in the doors.Reminds me of 1973 when I was stationed at Great Lakes NTC near Chicago. I wrecked my Honda 750, and my right ankle and hip, on the front of a Dodge Charger. When I was finally out of bed and up on crutches, the Doctor sent me home on leave for a month.
I had just bought a new Suzuki GT750 the day before my wreck. I didn't want to fly back to Oregon, so a couple of buddies helped me perfect a system of getting on and off, and riding, the new bike without using my right leg. The ankle was in a cast and the hip was healing fine but I was not supposed to put weight on it for another 3 months.
So, off I go toward the sunset with my seabag and my crutches tied on sideways like an idiot. I got used to braking only with the front brake and I got used to always leaning only to the left at every stop.
I did not get used to the sunburned toes sticking out of the cast or the broken toes. Yes, I hit a cute little bird at 103 mph dead center on those sun/wind burned toes sticking out of the cast. Soggy, smelly chunks of him/her were up on top of my foot when they took that cast off 3 weeks later.
Henry, you'll do fine with that bag.
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