It was around 1970. I was 18 at the time. I owned a '66 BSA 650 Lightning. Rode it up Interstate 405(way before it became the "parking lot" is it today) to the local mountains. There was a lake up there with a dirt road surrounding it. The dirt road must have been a private road because there was a cable stretched across it's entrance about 100 feet from the main road. Eased around the posts that held the cable. Rode up the dirt road a couple of miles. Was tired. Took a nap. Woke up at dusk. Thought I better scoot home. Rode back down the dirt road towards the main road. Forgot about the cable. Found myself on my side the next moment with the Beezer next to me and a snapped cable laying beside. Figured then that I was one lucky(and forgetful) S.O.B. 'cuz the cable was at the height of my headlight and not my neck, which supported my helmet-less head which landed six inches from a gigantic boulder!
Cheers,
Dwight
Last edited by Dwight; 01/27/2007 1:56 PM.
