Looks like intimidation has it's hooks in me....it's almost like someone is trying to tell me something. I have had 3 incident's since I bought my '05 America in February, the latest has me thinking...and the more I think how lucky I was, the less interest I have in riding....
Riding through North Georgia yesterday casually relaxing and enjoying the scenery on GA hwy 180 (I think) that goes through Wolf Pen Gap from Suches to Vogel State Park, there was little traffic. I was taking the sharper curves at 25 to 30 mph, and enjoying the challenge. I approached a rather sharp curve to the right, and laid the bike smoothly into a healthy lean to the right, when all I seen was FORD,and the center of the truck in my lane. I watched my life pass before me, and locked down the rear brake as my only reaction to the imminent collision. I prepared for the truck to strike me on my left rear, and hoped my head smashing into the rocks on my right would'nt be lethal, but before I knew it, it was all over, and I was un-scathed, perhaps by the hand of God....my 44 year old heart was being tested for sure as it nearly beat out of my chest. All I could think of at the time was how can I get out of these mountains without being killed, and contemplated trailering her back home and possibly selling her. I did manage to get her back home, and have the feeling that no matter how careful I am, I am too vulnerable and too old for this popular past time......Anyone else ever feel this way?
