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But at least you got to watch an epic battel between Chase/Hunter, Kitchen/Deegan ! both swapping moto wins...I would love to get out to Unadilla, it's one of the iconic tracks that still remans on the pro series.QuoteGlad someone finally asked about the race! I root for Sexton & Plessinger in the 450's, Plessinger had a big fan contingent there and he had the holeshot & lead in the 1st moto. I was not familiar with Jo Shimodo in the 250s, but he caught my eye in the 1st moto as having the most fluid riding style, and he was chasing @ 2nd in the 2nd moto until he crashed somewhere. The 450s are definitely faster, but the 250s sounded like 2-strokes so I liked them better. YEARS ago I saw Travis Pastrana race there on a 125 2-stroke, there is NOTHING like watching a guy like that rip a track like that on a 2-stroke. I also got Pastrana & Roger DeCoster's autograph on a little baby onesie I bought trackside for my newborn son at that time. The Unadilla track is about as European as you can get, and conditions last Sat were epic.Quote from: SemperVee on August 14, 2024, 10:32:57 AM That you stayed up is a testament to your skill. I think I would have gotten a Uhaul or back of PU truck to haul me back Thanks for the kudos, but yes, I believe the 50 yrs of riding paid off in this case. Didn't panic but I sure as hell wish I'd thought to hit the horn button! When I began thinking clearly, I asked the local guy who was there (more on him later) in the dirt lot where a tow service was, and he said there was nothing anywhere for miles. I called my son in CT and asked him to drive up and get me (3 hrs 1-way) and he balked, actually tried to get an Uber to drive me home but the Uber message was "no service in your area". So here's the part I left out:The dirt lot where the truck started out and where I ended up was actually a stone quarry (in the middle of nowhere, remember) where a big guy was moving big blocks of stone with a front-end loader into/out of a metal shed where a giant circular blade was spinning on a gantry cutting stone blocks. He paid no attention to the hubbub until I waved him down and asked if I could hide my bike behind his shed and start hitchiking (did a lot of that in my youth, I still remember how...). He pointed to his house down/across the road and said I could park it there while I figured out what to do with it. So I limped it down/across the road to his house, and did a big turn in his driveway to park near a woodshed to be out of the way, and planted the front wheel in a deep mud patch that looked exactly like the rest of the gravel drive. Wheel washed out and bike and I fell down on the right side. Both wheels stuck in mud. I trudged up/across the road again and waited for a good time to get his attention again and told him this city-boy fell over in his driveway and needed help to lift the bike back up. I felt like such a fool. He said to walk back and wait for him (basically to get me the hell out of his way so he didn't have to worry about running me over), and when I got back to my pathetic bike laying on it's right side in the mud with the warped left-side rotor staring up at me, it then struck me that I could just remove the caliper, tie it up, and be on my way! So that's what I did. 200 miles home with the right rotor dragging, 55-60 mph max, night with a mesh jacket on, freezing my _ss off, home @ 1 am. But home, alive!
Glad someone finally asked about the race! I root for Sexton & Plessinger in the 450's, Plessinger had a big fan contingent there and he had the holeshot & lead in the 1st moto. I was not familiar with Jo Shimodo in the 250s, but he caught my eye in the 1st moto as having the most fluid riding style, and he was chasing @ 2nd in the 2nd moto until he crashed somewhere. The 450s are definitely faster, but the 250s sounded like 2-strokes so I liked them better. YEARS ago I saw Travis Pastrana race there on a 125 2-stroke, there is NOTHING like watching a guy like that rip a track like that on a 2-stroke. I also got Pastrana & Roger DeCoster's autograph on a little baby onesie I bought trackside for my newborn son at that time. The Unadilla track is about as European as you can get, and conditions last Sat were epic.Quote from: SemperVee on August 14, 2024, 10:32:57 AM That you stayed up is a testament to your skill. I think I would have gotten a Uhaul or back of PU truck to haul me back Thanks for the kudos, but yes, I believe the 50 yrs of riding paid off in this case. Didn't panic but I sure as hell wish I'd thought to hit the horn button! When I began thinking clearly, I asked the local guy who was there (more on him later) in the dirt lot where a tow service was, and he said there was nothing anywhere for miles. I called my son in CT and asked him to drive up and get me (3 hrs 1-way) and he balked, actually tried to get an Uber to drive me home but the Uber message was "no service in your area". So here's the part I left out:The dirt lot where the truck started out and where I ended up was actually a stone quarry (in the middle of nowhere, remember) where a big guy was moving big blocks of stone with a front-end loader into/out of a metal shed where a giant circular blade was spinning on a gantry cutting stone blocks. He paid no attention to the hubbub until I waved him down and asked if I could hide my bike behind his shed and start hitchiking (did a lot of that in my youth, I still remember how...). He pointed to his house down/across the road and said I could park it there while I figured out what to do with it. So I limped it down/across the road to his house, and did a big turn in his driveway to park near a woodshed to be out of the way, and planted the front wheel in a deep mud patch that looked exactly like the rest of the gravel drive. Wheel washed out and bike and I fell down on the right side. Both wheels stuck in mud. I trudged up/across the road again and waited for a good time to get his attention again and told him this city-boy fell over in his driveway and needed help to lift the bike back up. I felt like such a fool. He said to walk back and wait for him (basically to get me the hell out of his way so he didn't have to worry about running me over), and when I got back to my pathetic bike laying on it's right side in the mud with the warped left-side rotor staring up at me, it then struck me that I could just remove the caliper, tie it up, and be on my way! So that's what I did. 200 miles home with the right rotor dragging, 55-60 mph max, night with a mesh jacket on, freezing my _ss off, home @ 1 am. But home, alive!
That you stayed up is a testament to your skill. I think I would have gotten a Uhaul or back of PU truck to haul me back
Presuming you can remedy the front end, you could remove most of the fairing and keep on riding it.Maybe turn it into a Sport.Where did you get those cases?
I'm impressed you found body parts.
UPDATE: Ins co for the driver who pulled out in front of me determined liability to be theirs, 100%. Interesting that they determined this WITHOUT an accident report, their party must've told the truth and it meshed with my story. [SNIP]