:-[Forgive me fellow COGgers for I have sinned. It’s been a long time since my last confession. I too am a member of the League of Connie Droppers, but didn’t fess up after the first time….so now I must confess to all 3(!) incidents.
First time, I had returned home late after a simple dinner date, with very minimal alcohol consumption…believe me……….verrry minimal! I pulled into my crowded garage over next to a wall, threw down the anti-fallover device……and stepped off. At that moment I realized that the anti-fallover device had not been fully deployed by the operator. Over she went. Luckily my daughter-in-law had placed a large bag of bed linens over against the wall and the bike slowly laid over and nestled into this big pillow-like bag. Second time, Marathon TX: fully loaded down, sittin at a stop sign, turned right onto Main Street and stalled her dead. She went right over on her right side and trapped my right foot under the saddlebag. Wound up laying on my belly, head on the sidewalk, thrashin around trying to pull my leg loose. Some friendlies ran up and lifted it up off of me. They all thought someone had hit me. I WISH I could have sold that idea!! Pretty embarrassing. Almost done, third time, Leakey TX: after a long hot day, one in which I had opened up the Velcro flap on my touring boots to cool my feet as I rode, I arrived finally at the cabin where we were staying for the night. Kicked out the stand into the dirt, stepped off on one side and as I brought my foot and open boot over the tailbag mounted on the rear luggage rack, the Velcro on the boot paired up perfectly with the Velcro on the top of the tailbag. Matter of fact, those two chunks of Velcro married up better than Archie and Edith. So I’m hoppin on one foot, hands still on the bars, trying to rip my leg away, or at least pull my foot outta the stuck boot. Then I had one of those moments….ya know when you lean back in a chair and get it up on it’s hind legs…….and ya kinda balance there? If you’re not careful you’ll reach a point where you realize that the weight of your legs and feet ain’t enough to keep you from going over backwards….ever done that? You know that feeling? Well, that same feeling came over me like a dreadful rush as I felt the bike slowly moving away from me and the kickstand. So I wind up laying on top of my fallen motorcycle, in the dirt, kickstand poking me squarely in my tender loin area, and my friggen boot still stuck on that Velcro. Luckily a small group of friendly fellow cabin peeps arrived in remarkably good time to help me unstick myself, literally, from my fallen motorcycle. The fact that the average age of this friendly band was about….ohhh, maybe 9 years old, merely served to lessen my embarrassment while simultaneously diminishing any chance at all of being perceived as “cool” in their eyes. Feels so good to have this all off my chest finally. Have a good day and ride safe friends!
First time, I had returned home late after a simple dinner date, with very minimal alcohol consumption…believe me……….verrry minimal! I pulled into my crowded garage over next to a wall, threw down the anti-fallover device……and stepped off. At that moment I realized that the anti-fallover device had not been fully deployed by the operator. Over she went. Luckily my daughter-in-law had placed a large bag of bed linens over against the wall and the bike slowly laid over and nestled into this big pillow-like bag. Second time, Marathon TX: fully loaded down, sittin at a stop sign, turned right onto Main Street and stalled her dead. She went right over on her right side and trapped my right foot under the saddlebag. Wound up laying on my belly, head on the sidewalk, thrashin around trying to pull my leg loose. Some friendlies ran up and lifted it up off of me. They all thought someone had hit me. I WISH I could have sold that idea!! Pretty embarrassing. Almost done, third time, Leakey TX: after a long hot day, one in which I had opened up the Velcro flap on my touring boots to cool my feet as I rode, I arrived finally at the cabin where we were staying for the night. Kicked out the stand into the dirt, stepped off on one side and as I brought my foot and open boot over the tailbag mounted on the rear luggage rack, the Velcro on the boot paired up perfectly with the Velcro on the top of the tailbag. Matter of fact, those two chunks of Velcro married up better than Archie and Edith. So I’m hoppin on one foot, hands still on the bars, trying to rip my leg away, or at least pull my foot outta the stuck boot. Then I had one of those moments….ya know when you lean back in a chair and get it up on it’s hind legs…….and ya kinda balance there? If you’re not careful you’ll reach a point where you realize that the weight of your legs and feet ain’t enough to keep you from going over backwards….ever done that? You know that feeling? Well, that same feeling came over me like a dreadful rush as I felt the bike slowly moving away from me and the kickstand. So I wind up laying on top of my fallen motorcycle, in the dirt, kickstand poking me squarely in my tender loin area, and my friggen boot still stuck on that Velcro. Luckily a small group of friendly fellow cabin peeps arrived in remarkably good time to help me unstick myself, literally, from my fallen motorcycle. The fact that the average age of this friendly band was about….ohhh, maybe 9 years old, merely served to lessen my embarrassment while simultaneously diminishing any chance at all of being perceived as “cool” in their eyes. Feels so good to have this all off my chest finally. Have a good day and ride safe friends!
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