From The Mind of You may have never had any road rash, and if you have never had any, then my hats is off to you. I’ve had my fair share. Which it doesn’t take a lot to fill your bucket and have all the road rash you can want, but I love riding so I don’t see me stopping any time soon. I will never forget my first taste of road rash. I was 19 years old. I had just acquired a 1978 Honda silver Wing. I was just really sinking my claws into street bikes. I’ve always wanted a Harley but my bike had two wheels and I was happy to have it. Although the bike was definitely a 70’s model being all square and box shaped. I wanted to do some modifications to make it look a bit, well.. better looking. I didn’t have a lot of experience working on bikes, but I figured how hard can it be. YEAH! I was young and stupid.
Big Ed aka 2Timer
Hello My Happy People! I hope all is good on your side of the world. It’s been good on my side. Things are once again changing for ol’ 2Timer. I started getting back into bee keeping. I had an opportunity to go after a honey bee swarm that made their new home in a camper. My brother from the club called me up and told me about a bunch of bees had crawled up in his mother’s camper and I was happy to accept the challenge. After a few trips to see what I was working with. I made a plan and I had those bee in my bee hive box and ready to give them some new surroundings. Motorcycles is not my only hobby I guess I can say that I love working with honey bees and it fascinates me to watch them work. Plus, they benefit our world and I like being a small part in their operation. Sad thing, is I’m just beginning so there’s a lot for me to learn. Within the month. They swarmed again and left my hive. I’m guessing when I went to get the bees I didn’t get their queen and when they made a new queen she decided to take them somewhere else. Yet, still it fired my passion up to work with them again and I picked up a hive of bees from a man down the road from my house. So, I’m still in the honey bee business HAHAHA! I dig it. I know it’s not for everybody. I heard it take a special kind of person who wants to be a bee keeper. ‘Cause there’s no doubt you are going to get stung, eventually. I kinda see it the same way as being a biker.
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I pulled my bike out of the shed and started adjusting crap and I had not idea what I was doing or what I was touching. I figured a man put this together, so why can’t I figure how to do the things I wanted to do with it. I didn’t think ahead at all. This has always been a flaw in my personality for some reason. I just jump in with both feet and let’s see what hell has to offer. I can’t remember in the greatest detail those many years ago of all that I did but somewhere in all my wrenching but I sure as hell wasn’t thinking of my safety. I remember throwing on my skull cap, jumping into a pair of black cowboy boots and firing that Honda up. I had cut the baffles out of the pipes to give the neighborhood a migraine when I drove by. So, oh yeah, its was loud and inappropriate. I LOVED IT! I took off out of my driveway and twisted that ol’ throttle back and just let it eat for the first and second gear. Hey man, it was a GL500. It was eating everything it could, but before I could kick in the third gear, I felt the handle bars shift for a split second and I remember a noise and then I remember the bike stopping and I wasn’t. I flew over the handle bars into the air collecting some frequent flier miles and landing on my back in a field right up the road from my house. I remember wanting to breath. It had knocked every inch of air pressure out of my body. I gasped and gasped but no air was coming back in. I had a bit of panic run though my mind. Once I was able to catch my breath my next concern was breaking the wiring harness that connected my brain to my legs. I just knew I broke my back. Laying there in a creator in a half damped field. I looked down and saw I was able to move my boots. OH, thank you God! I thought and prayed to myself. My stupidity hasn’t killed me yet. It had rained just a few days ago and the field was still wet. This is why I didn’t just splatter my person against the hard ground. I got up and wiped the mud off my arms and made a quick assessment of the damage I inflicted on myself. I had a few cuts from the old cut up corn that was still rotting away in the field and I pulled a muscle in my back. Other than that I was good to go.
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