Posted on Jun 12, 2012 in
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I remember when I used to ski. I’d be fine as long as I was arc-ing down the hill. The only time I had trouble was when I tried to slow down. Or worse, stop. That’s when something would catch, balance wouldn’t recover, and over I’d go. The worst was when I’d be standing in the lift line… just standin’ there, and ooo wooop, crash. Just fall over.
It’s been pretty much the same on the motorcycle. When I’m goin’, I’m fine. It’s when I want to stop that something catches, and over the bike goes. Or just stopped at an intersection and ooo wooop, gak!...