
Photo by the only person not in this photo.
Thanks for the photo, Mitch.
Video ripped the fuck off from the seagal blog. Thrasher?
The day was awesome. What was supposed to 100 miles ended up being 87, but only because I'm a pussy, which means Chriss Angel has no interest in me. Seeing everyone and chatting around in the group was much needed therapy. But, the real excitement was the car drive home.
About 30 minutes into the car drive home, going about 80 on 270 Randy and I heard a super loud crash sounds. We both flinched. It sounded like a tire blew out or someone crashed into us. That's when I looked in the side mirror and saw my new RITTE hanging off the side of the car. Pulled to the shoulder as fast as I could to see what the hell just happened.
My bike sits backwards because of the tray arrangement on top of the car. Not sure if I forgot to clamp the rear tire down or if the clamp came undone. Either way I almost lost my bike on 270.
The only thing that kept my bike attached to the car was a BROKEN fork leg.
After taking my bike off the rack when I got home I check the fork. I couldn't believe the BROKEN fork leg held the bike to the car. The broken leg flaps in the wind but supported the weight of my bike at 80MPH on the highway. The fork leg that didn't break pulled out of the fork clamp on the rack itself, stripped the lawyer tabs right off.
So I lost a fork but have my bike still. Its a win lose situation. Lose fork, still have bike. I contacted RITTE and am getting hooked up with a new fork for super cheap.
My reaction to hearing loud noise outside of car.
My reaction to realizing I had a broken fork.
Best version of the day HERE.
Till next time... Holla atcha boy.









