GunZenBomZ
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Ah-haarr that made you look further!
Okay the crux of this thread is my latest greatest crash. Heeling it over from M6 going onto A46, thought I'd open it up & cleanly swoop into the clear road ahead.
Bike thought otherwise & decided to take me on a little off road adventure at *Coughs* 60; within the speed limit stipulated for the road.
Banking over the bike didn't follow my imagined line so I straightened up & went into the hedge row. Ended up in a thorn bush (the only fking bush I've been in for a while!) still in 6th gear. I lost a lot of speed thankfully & no abrupt sensation or banging into objects.
My mind was like "Ow here we go, brake brake..shyte!"
The f8 stood proud wedged into the thorn bush, I quietly waited while all the cars I'd passed, went by. One guy stopped & got out with a big cheesy smile & said "I did wonder where you were going".
It's all good, chap helped me pull the bike backwards which due to how it was would of been a biatch to do by myself. Balancing & pulling from the rear end was my plan also. Got my beast back on the road & only found the nose had snapped itself on one side. So tool kit appears & quickly remove the screws & stow beak. I had gaffa tape/zip-ties but it looked a safer bet just removing it.
Looks like I can salvage the nose with some Plastic-weld or Araldite.
I was laughing with this guy because he fixes police-motorbikes, he parted with the wise words of 'slow down'
PS: It's frosty tomorrow you can get some nice back-end weaving practice in at slow speed.
Okay the crux of this thread is my latest greatest crash. Heeling it over from M6 going onto A46, thought I'd open it up & cleanly swoop into the clear road ahead.
Bike thought otherwise & decided to take me on a little off road adventure at *Coughs* 60; within the speed limit stipulated for the road.

Banking over the bike didn't follow my imagined line so I straightened up & went into the hedge row. Ended up in a thorn bush (the only fking bush I've been in for a while!) still in 6th gear. I lost a lot of speed thankfully & no abrupt sensation or banging into objects.
My mind was like "Ow here we go, brake brake..shyte!"
The f8 stood proud wedged into the thorn bush, I quietly waited while all the cars I'd passed, went by. One guy stopped & got out with a big cheesy smile & said "I did wonder where you were going".

It's all good, chap helped me pull the bike backwards which due to how it was would of been a biatch to do by myself. Balancing & pulling from the rear end was my plan also. Got my beast back on the road & only found the nose had snapped itself on one side. So tool kit appears & quickly remove the screws & stow beak. I had gaffa tape/zip-ties but it looked a safer bet just removing it.
Looks like I can salvage the nose with some Plastic-weld or Araldite.
I was laughing with this guy because he fixes police-motorbikes, he parted with the wise words of 'slow down'

PS: It's frosty tomorrow you can get some nice back-end weaving practice in at slow speed.





