From: jjd1@cbnewsg.cb.att.com (james.j.dutton)
Subject: Re: Chaps vs. Leather pants
Organization: AT&T
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1992 19:23:25 GMT

In article <y_cmq_j.shoun@netcom.com> shoun@netcom.com (Lissa Shoun) writes:
>In article <1992Jul8.142810.29968@cbfsb.cb.att.com> 
>jjd1@cbnewsg.cb.att.com (james.j.dutton) writes:
>>In article <13eqq5INN4fa@sixgun.East.Sun.COM> egreen@East.Sun.COM writes:
>
>a description of advantages and disadvantages of chaps vs. leather pants
>
>>Ed, you wear/wore chaps on a ninja? This I've never seen.
>
>I'm really surprised. Where do you live? I see ninjas all the time. 
>On the road I mean; of course I see mine every time I look in the garage.
>Oh, when the rider has on chaps! Well, I don't see that very
>often, but then I don't ride by mirrors very often. I wear chaps because
>I don't have leather pants, because I need to wear nice clothes and
>don't want to take all the extra time to pack and change pants, because
>I don't ride without leather on my legs (knees especially). So what
>part of chaps on Ninjas surprises you? Do you expect full racing leathers?
>Or shorts? 
>
>Lissa
>shoun@netcom.com
 
I have never seen a ninja rider wearing chaps. Interesting you should
mention knees.
 It was a warm sunny saturday. July 18th as a matter of fact.
 Confession time. I fall down go boom. Well it was more like I fall down
go slide.
 Went to a party in central Illinois. Corn country. An hour and half
on the slab. Then freshly (BLACK) black topped highway, for about
20 miles. Take the second right after the cemetary. Nice graveyard
by the way. If it wasn't for the wind I probably would have heard
the ominous music. Half way through the second right it occurred to
me that I was going to impact the road in about 1/1000th of a second.
 What happened to the bike you ask? I was asking the same thing while
seeing how the word "fuck" felt rolling of my tongue.
 Deciding to tilt the old orb back at the last fraction of a 1/1000th
of a second saved some flesh. Sliding down the road to the sound of
(all the new parts from the falling over in the mud on both sides incident
one month previous) crunching, did not make me any happier. I slide faster
then my bike. I'm faster then a ZX-10.
 So the right side of me and the bike are trashed. The bike is worse then
I am. Interestingly enough while the right knee lost skin, the levis
show no damage(heck of a product).
 So the knee gets infected on Monday balloons up sending me to emergency
room for antibiotic IV. Most flesh missing from shoulder(hurts least).
Palm lost a fair amount(hurts most). Still hurts for that matter.
 I digress(love saying that).
 So after rolling around some to distribute flesh loss I come to a stop.
 Checked out palm (damn that hurts) haddened quite figured it was time to bleed
yet. Hopped up, walked briskly back to corner while muttering what the
hell was that all about. Well on the corner of this black road is (tadda)
black fucking sand with a slide mark in the middle of it. Pick up bike
and continue to limp to party. Bike no longer has rear brake lever or
right foot peg or blinker, fairing or exhaust.
 The next morning I wake up and have to ride two hours w hurt knee cocked
back on passenger peg. Naturally I get lost on country roads in bumblefuck
on the way back.
 Bike is supposed to be fixed (whats getting fixed) by the first of AUG.
 Yes I am looking into leathers. Why do you ask?

 
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