New Years eve the decision was made, the promise of mild weather for New Years Day. I choose to fore go late night celebrations and get out early for a winter ride. Jan. 1st. 6:30am the temperature is hovering in the mid 40's. All geared up excited about showing off my new bike to friends for the first time I felt like a kid again with a new pair of PF flyers. With a little more than a thousand miles in the saddle I pick a route that would included an hour and half of highway riding to try out my handi work of adding 1 1/8 inch high density foam to the stock seat in the hopes of stretching the stock ergos. After a 90 ninety mile stretch on the Taconic State Parkway, watching temperature fluctuations of 10 degrees in both directions in just as many miles had me concerned about black ice. The thought was now to head west on any road that took us in that direction to Falls Village in Ct. the undulating roads through mostly horse country the brilliance of a winter ride had me caught up in the moment. Traveling at a spirited pace a simple dog leg with a T intersection to the left at the dog leg chicane section of wet road I found a small piece of ice less than 1/2 square foot. I would describe it as a fat tar snake sensation quickly followed by the rear wheel shuttering side to side, with motorcycle corrected; straight up brakes fully applied my hopes of stopping before reaching the fence were dashed by the pulsing of the ABS, my last thoughts before hitting the fence was good it's vinyl. After blasting through said fence terrifying several grazing equine I came to a quick stop. Now covered in combination of manure and mud I struggled to right the motorcycle, with a little help from a friend the bike was back on the road the unbroken fence rails replaced. Off we go to our destination. The adrenaline rush masked any pain but did nothing for my bruised ego. A visual inspection seemed to indicate all is well except for the mirror hanging by turn signal wires. Duct tape repair completed. I continued my day of riding while working on the ego replaying the event over and over again in my mind. My Conclusion to the days event slow the f___down a______.
Back home a closer examination finds a cracked side and front cowl, I proceed to remove the damaged parts, while doing so I break a plastic tab, not wanting to lose a premium parking spot, I choose to take the GS to a local hardware store to buy plastic weld and saw blades which will easily fit in my top case. With purchased items safely in topcase I head home. At a traffic light about a quarter mile from hardware store I was the first vehicle at the intersection, in the right tire track of the center lane on a three lane express way service rd. in first gear clutch depressed, watching my six for incoming boogies when I spy something in my right side rear view. I turn to look over my right shoulder the car behind me decides to lane share with me in doing so he hits my left side jug and knocks me over. I was fit to be tied, yelling at the operator through my helmet(darth vader), tallying up the costs to fix a broken rear turn signal lens, a new valve cover and mirror
by my calculations 700 dollars is what I tell the operator. Can you imagane the surprize on my face when he peals off 7 consecutive 100 dollar bills. I already had a turn signal lens, I'm gonna live with scratched valve cover and mirror after all it is a GS. My win fall will more than cover cost of VFR parts of $440.
PS to those who know Beloved Barbara mum's the word, about intersection incidence, The only reason she found out about the black ice was because of the manure smell...