....at Born Free 5.
I went to the 5th annual Born Free motorcycle event Saturday, my 4th time attending. The ride there was nice, cool, and uneventful....until we
pulled off into a damp grassy field to park. While following Steffan (Zombie Performance) in at about 5mph, I was navigating a left turn to park at the end of an isle of bikes, and the next thing I
know I'm looking up at a beautiful Irvine morning blue sky. My Speedmaster tire is no match for wet grass, compounded but the fact that I think I must have tapped my front
brake as well? Yeah I know better, but riding 99% of the time on the street
old habits die hard.
Unfortunately, with my buddys, Steffan, and a few on-lookers (none of
which were filming) no one captured from what
I'm told was an epic perfect 10 get-off, complete with a half twist front flip
over the bars dismount, during witch my Converse shot straight up into the air, and landed right next to me.
The bike is okay. It
suffered a broke clutch lever, bent shifter, a bent side mount license
plate bracket, and a bent peg clevis/mount. I kicked the plate bracket back into place, and it immediately shed it's chrome skin like a rattle snake. Lucky for me the peg mount clevis
just kissed the stupid expensive cast Mooneyes derby cover. After I got home I bent back the cast aluminum
peg mount with a dead-blow, but feel that it should be replaced as its been compromised
now, and I frequently stand on the pegs over bumps, off curbs, and RR X-ings. I
won't attempt bending the shifter lever back as I know from experience it will snap like a dry chicken neck.
in all not bad, could have been worse. More importantly I walked away
with only my pride fuckered-up, but it was a good laugh the rest of the day
as I watched my buddys kicking off there shoes at different times
throughout the afternoon.