Thanks for concern, guys.
The I-595 off ramp is long and straight, over 3 miles.
Traffic is doing its usual 75+.
I came around a car, making a pass, and there they were,
about 6 seconds away.
I had scrubbed off about 15 mph of speed when the front end let go.
I guess I could have swerved into the break-down lane,
but I didn't know what they were going to do.(the one had his emergency flashers on)
My old sportbike reflexes (thirty years worth) got the best of me.
A long wheelbase Speedmaster with that relaxed front rake
doesn't transfer as much weight to the front wheel as the
sportbikes I've been riding up until 2006, does.
I just overwhelmed the available front wheel traction.
(note to self: use
both brakes at once, that's why they put them there.)
My wife is a nurse, so I'm well taken care of.
When she got to the Hospital, she started helping
the other nurse with my bandages.
I told them, "You know, when I fantasized about two pretty Spanish girls
taking care of me, this wasn't quite the script I had in mind."
Must have been the Morphine and Percocet talking(not).
