|Rosita the Riveter|
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There are two types of motorcyclist in this world. Those who have crashed, and those who are going to crash. And there's very, very few of the second.
My number already came up. Like anyone with their first motorcycle, I misjudged something. Had to go over a trench to get onto the incline up my driveway, then go over two steel railings. Gave it too much throttle, came in at an angle instead of head on, got intimately familiar with a stone and iron fence. Luckily, I came in shoulder first, right onto my jacket, which is a pretty good motorcycle jacket, and as such actually absorbed most of the blow. My helmet absorbed some, too, the bike just got some scratches because I hit first and ended up between the bike and the fence, and all I ended up with was some bruises and a sprained finger.
So, yea. Good motorcycle gear. Pricey, but it just paid for itself by virtue of the fact that I'm enbarassed instead of hospitalized right how.
Also, should have walked that bike. Throttling up a driveway is bad news, crossing those two metal rails is bad news, and that trench is just unsafe. Ideally, I'd have just pulled the bike up with the clutch, but the trench prevents that, so in the future, I need to walk it.