I somewhat overloaded my bike for a trip to Utah and it seemed like the bike rode even better. My bike has a steering damper that helps keep it stable.

I always wear protective gear - even if it's 100+ degrees.

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Yup, just neglect on the part of the owner. Unfortunately, it seems that Harleys seem to attract that kind of owner more so than other makes. To paraphrase the old Honda ad, "you see the dumbest people on a Harley"... Videos like the two in this thread just keep on proving that.

lunch break. i watched the video!!

holy crap!! he did a 360!!!!!

Indian Larry

Get a pair of nylons and cut a chunk of leg out of them to wear under the knee pads
Cut it long enough so that you have some excess top and bottom

Wayner, that great picture made me sad. My cousin rode his BMW GS touring bike over 45,000 miles, including a trip from Miami to Alaska, then 5000 miles in Alaska with his gf on the back, then back to Miami. He stopped in Seattle on both legs to fix stuff on the bike. It was stacked up high with stuff like the Joads' car in Grapes of Wrath. He dropped it on a rutted road in Alaska someplace and rattled his gf's brains a bit. She was OK, but had to be airlifted out for evaluation, then flew home. It was quite an adventure.

Fast forward a few months and he was riding down the Dixie Highway in Miami on a Friday night. A 16-yo girl who had been driving for only a couple weeks turned left in front of him. He hit her in the a-pillar without even braking. He never regained consciousness or had brain activity and died 9 days later when they shut down his life support. He wore good equipment, and had recently bought a reflective vest at his gf's urging.

My cousin was a brilliant lawyer, a factory trained BMW tech, a conservative nut, and basically my little brother.

Videos like the guy in the OP make me mad. Darwin skips a few.

Your cousin was a great adventurer. He was doing what he loved.
It’s sad for the people left behind, but don’t be sad for him. Be sad for those people who never experienced joy because they were afraid to live.

I’m sorry for your loss. I hope this memory doesn’t hold you back from finding and doing the things that you love.

Wayne

Our local Harley owners don’t have time to work on their bikes because they spend 90% of their free time ‘heavy lifting’ at the Last Frontier Saloon. It’s amazing they can keep them upright when leaving.

Damn, Terry, I'm awfully sorry to hear about your cousin. We can do everything right and someone might still get us. It makes no sense sometimes.

This strikes pretty close to home for my wife and I. We were involved in a similar wreck five years ago, up in the Skagit Flats, in front of the Snow Goose produce stand. Same thing - someone turned left in front of us. Ours was a Ford pickup, and we were "lucky" enough to hit right behind the cab and fly over the bed. We both sustained injuries, but we are lucky enough to still be here today. ATGATT saved our hides, quite literally. Seeing guys foolishly flaunting it like this clown in the video just defies logic.

Hah - I had never before stopped in that little schit hole until about a month ago. Several of us had ridden down to Mt. Rainier, up to Sunrise, Paradise, and Chinook Pass - almost 400 miles in total. By the time we made it back to Fall City, we were all suffering a bit of diaper rash (I was on my Ducati), so we decided to stop at the Last Frontier. Wow. I felt like I had walked onto the Hee Haw / Sons of Anarchy set.

Tim (my cousin) had many careers and tended to follow his muses. Must run in my family. It happened a couple years ago, but I've honestly never really gotten over it. I'd have loved debating Trump with him!

The girl who killed him was a straight-A student, wasn't drinking, wasn't texting. She just didn't see him. I've had that happen myself--you see the bike at the very last second. I now look, say "motorcycle" to myself, and look again.

Before I left FL, where I went to take charge of the his estate (including a rusty 1956 356A in a thousand pieces), I tried to reach out to the girl through the cops to let het know I forgave her, because, well, I did. I'm pretty sure she was lawyered up and they told her not to respond. She pleaded to some kind of motor vehicle crime, and got a year of probation and community service. We never sued or any of that foolishness, though Tim's gf wanted to kill her and then burn her body. We all deal with stuff our own ways.

It's a thin line, wayner between finding and doing the things that you love and knowing when it's just too dangerous to do them. And as I age, I find that line moving!

It must be a very tough thing that you have gone through.
I can try but I just cannot imagine how you must have felt, but know that I hope you find peice in your memories of your time together.