I have very vivid memories of sitting on my bike behind a bunch of cars on a road in Yellowstone while a group of buffalos strolled down the road. The people in the cars were laughing and taking pictures. I was very nervous, those suckers are huge and I literally had nowhere to go. I killed the motor, put the kickstand down and sat very still. If one of those big mother's started my way I was gonna let him have the bike and climb on top of a car. I can't imagine hitting one at speed and then having it turn on you
I feel for your neighbor. I hope he recovers completely
Not this time, I'm afraid. Good thought, though. Thanks, Teach.
Sorry I missed the post about his later misfortune
Dwight
R.I.P. Hope to meet you on the other side. Enjoy your ride!
I'd rather be on my bike thinking about God than in church thinking about my bike.
Remember not how a man died, but rather how he lived.
RIP:
MVSB
SpeedGeek
Saxon
Eric Gustafson