From: captain@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (Bran Muffin)
Newsgroups: rec.motorcycles
Subject: Re: test post
Keywords: test
Date: 4 Sep 92 05:29:50 GMT
Distribution: usa
Organization: The University of Texas at Austin, Austin TX


Well, now that you mention it Barry, here's my story from tx.moto, for all
the motoheads to read.  
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I was less than a block away from my house, about to make a left turn
onto my street.  I had slowed almost to a stop, to allow oncomming
traffic (a couple of cars & a slow moving Suzuki 125) to pass.  The 
cars went past, and it was then that I noticed something strange about
the guy on the 125.
 
He was very slowly leaning to the right, slowing down, and then *boom*
he fell off the bike, just before it hit the curb!  
 
I rode up & turned around, by which time he was back up & getting on 
the bike.  I asked him if he was ok.  He said, "yeah," but then proceded
to fall on ME!  Fortunately, I had just enough clearance that his mirror
just hit the bottom of my tire.
 
I told him to go sit on the curb, and I moved both our bikes onto my street.
When I got back to him, he was trying to go to sleep, so I told him to 
KEEP HIS EYES OPEN!  

The last thing I wanted was some dope in a coma on my hands.  After asking
him some stupid questions to determine his lucidity, I realized that he
was suffering from hypoglycemia.  He had been dumping his bike every block
or so, for the past 5 blocks (a 45 minute trip for him), so I walked him up 
the block to my house, pumped him full of Coke & oatmeal cookies, got his 
phone number, and called his mommy to come get him.
 
It's interesting that no matter how calmly, and rationally you assure
someone that the situation is under control, if his child is involved
there is going to ensue a modicum of PANIC!  I think I heard car engines
starting and doors slamming even before the phone was on the hook.
 
Anyway, Mom & Sis showed up within about 5 minutes (they only live a few
blocks away).  Sis had on one brown shoe & one black shoe, and Mom was
running, dewey eyed, up the street, desperately looking for Sonnyboy, who
had a skinned knee, & exhaust burn on the right leg, skinned palm, &
elbow on the left side.  He, "Usually wears jeans & a jacket," but when
I found him, he was wearing a t-shirt, and shorts.  
 
I started to preach to him, but I thought better of it, and let him go
off with Mom & Sis.  He probably wouldn't have understood me in his
mental condition, anyway.

Well, I thought it was a strange occurrence, so now it's a true-life
story.  I hope this will be sufficient sacrifice of riders for today.
It seems that every Wednesday on the Wood's Dinner Ride, some squid 
eats it.  Perhaps today will be free of further incedent.  
 
Y'all ride safe, it's a crazy world out there.  
 
Also, I just had to beat Laszlo to it.  ;-)

 
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|A little sixty-nine would be just fine,                             -   O    |
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|captain@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu  (Brian Murfin)  DoD# 0690  nt650gt     \_^___/   |

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