MossRoad
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That’s drain bramage.yeah but brain damage was also free
That’s drain bramage.yeah but brain damage was also free
My brother retired from the Albuquerque fire department; among other things, he was the cook, plus he was with the emergency team that responded to the serious traffic accidents. I still remember his description of the motorcyclist who hit the pavement face first, going about 70 mph. The helmet wasn't a lot of help in this particular situation. I learned early on, that I couldn't master a horse or a motorcycle.Ha, ha - YES - It can be all about how much folks value their brain. But riding a motorcycle at speed and coming off onto the asphalt - it's like being drug down a carrot grater. First the leather pants go, then your arms, up to your elbows - all that may be left is your head. Inside that expensive helmet.
I rode motorcycles for 55+ years. The fear of going down on asphalt was a driving force in my safe riding practices.
On our last trip to Ireland we met a couple who used to race motorcycles. They would work all week, then pack up for the weekend and go racing. It was not just about racing, it was fun, whole families were involved and it sounded like a welcoming and warm community.There is a Canadian retired moto GP superbike racer and hall of famer name Miguel Duhamel he said his biggest regrets was that he should've invested more in his protective gear early on in his career he endure lots of pain and miss a lot of time racing because of it..
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wow ehn like you said it would've been a awesome experience but it was for the best that it didn't workout, it would've been a traumatic and uncomfortable experience for you guys ... sometime things happen for a reason ... these people know the risk, nobody want to see it and everybody wish it doesn't happen but in a way being so close of death is what make it so thrilling.On our last trip to Ireland we met a couple who used to race motorcycles. They would work all week, then pack up for the weekend and go racing. It was not just about racing, it was fun, whole families were involved and it sounded like a welcoming and warm community.
The man had to use a cane which I assume was from a motorcycle injury. Daughter was engaged to another racer but he died before the wedding. They no longer raced but they were still involved in the community and they invited us to a motorcycle race north of Dublin. For better or worse, we could not go due to a scheduled meeting that could not be changed.We really, really, really wanted to go because we would have been back with the racing teams, I would have got some awesome photos, and it would have been great experience. Found out later, one of their friends died that day racing.
If we had gone, I think we would have just been in the way, so to speak.
We met in a pub and we discussed the various risks one takes in life and they were happy with their choices.
Later,
Dan
I finally got to examine the helmet. It felt like it was three times the weight of the one I had in '64, there was much more padding . Couldn't find an airbag.Today is the first day of practice. I want to examine that helmet for an air bag.