SOOOOOO I was on a little ride to WV to find a good road or two for the WV Buell Rally 3...
When all of a sudden a BIRD came flying right at me... I swerved... I ducked... I said a few choice words... My friend I was riding with said he saw it hit my bike a feather flew but he never saw it come out.... We looked for it.... but no luck... it was gone... OR SO I THOUGHT!
Trucker goes into a police station & deposits a watch, wallet & mobile phone on the counter. Says to the desk sergeant "I had an accident a few miles back, drunk fellow wandered out in front of me & I had no chance of stopping in time & ran him over, here's his personal effects so you can contact his next of kin"
Sergeant says "What did you do with the body?"
Driver says "I buried him at the side of the road"
Sergeant "You did what? are you sure he was dead?"
Driver showing sergeant the wallets contents says "Well he said he wasn't, but it says here he was a dispatcher for a transport company & you what lying bastards they are"
Now that I'm thinking about it, yesterday I was finishing the Foothills Parkway heading downhill to 129 on the old Shovel, doing some break-in/shakedown miles, and it stopped running- coasted the last couple of miles to the pull-off by the scenic sign and had to lock up the bike until I made it back with my truck and ramp...
I stopped rolling just about dead-nuts where I centerpunched a squirrel on that same bike a couple of years ago.