The bike goes down in an instant, there is no feedback through the chassis, no squirm from the tires, one moment my KTM 690 Enduro R is upright on La Honda road outside San Francisco. The next the bike and I are sliding through the corner, only to separate with me stopping face first a few feet from the barrier and the 690 considerably further down the road. It is in the intervening time that the Alpinestars Scouts do me a world of favors; from the initial impact through a good portion of the slide, the bike’s weight has been resting on my ankle. To quote a bowl of petunias, “Oh no, not again.”
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Vintage 1 – A Work in Progress
Once upon a time, I was an artist. Thanks to my TBI, I seem to be again. There’s a lot that the TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) has affected negatively, and we can get into that some other time, but the one bright spot is art. As soon as I realized that the primary impact was…
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