I took off on the RWB VFR this morning with plans to meet some guys for breakfast and do some riding. The high today is supposed to be nearly 15 degrees lower than the last several weeks at only 85, so I was looking forward to getting some comfortable seat time. About a mile from home I noticed the bike getting wallowy. I picked up a sheet rock screw. Crap. I nursed it back home and plugged it. Now comes my only mistake of the day. I got back on the bike and again set out to breakfast instead of calling it a day. About 17 miles into the breakfast run and about 3 miles from the restaurant, I saw three buzzards (turkey vultures) take off away from me. I got back into the gas. Unfortunately a forth, previously hidden behind the deer carcass, took off right across my bow. I only had time to chop the throttle and duck, already thinking of Scooter??? (from Texas running a CBR1000RR on the previous incarnation of VFR.D forum). The bird squared up the nose of my bike and nicked the back of my helmet as he tumbled over me. VFR.D veterans will remember Scuuter or Scooter, or something like that. I'm not sure Scooter was even his handle, but I do remember he was from Texas and it was a CBR1000RR. I didn't recognize a forum name when I searched. He hammered a buzzard at a pretty decent clip and was hospitalized for a good while.
I turned around and checked on the bird. He was about to be in the same condition as his meal, and smelled about the same. He was paralyzed, breathing hard, and looking at me, blinking but not moving. He didn't suffer long for you PETA folks. I got off and looked at the bike. Busted headlight, dislodged windscreen with at least one tab broken that I could see, and the trim piece on the inside of the windscreen was broken off and gone. There may be more damage once I tear into it, but the headlight alone is going to hit around $200. Needless to say, I rode the next three miles with my head on a swivel, ate breakfast, rode the straightest most open route home, and parked the bike. Bad things seem to come in threes. Our fire calls more often than not seem to be bunched into threes...not really bad for us, but for whoever we respond to. I don't want to be on two wheels when the third one comes so even though it's perfectly ridable, the bike is parked until it gets fixed. Next ride will obviously be on the gray VFR, but only after the bad ju ju has expired so I don't get the bad day trifecta. One positive note...he didn't shit all over me.
He's staring at me...
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