Such a beautiful morning, this morning. So I took off for Deckers at about 7:30 a.m. Riding my 1200 GT (yeah bad Pres, I know), I was able to pass all the gas stations in my path. I had the XM Radio rocking and before I know it I'm at Deckers doing a friendly wave to the other 'hard core' BMW riders parked in front of the Fly Shop. Not wanting stop while I was on a roll, I headed up on Hwy 126 with visions of Horsepower Hill in my head.
Mind you I was riding solo and just 'taking it easy'. No pushing hard, I was just riding within my comfort zone. [moto]
I passed the trail head just before the base of Horsepower Hill happy to be coming out of those tiny twisties that eat my lunch. Finally I could open up the 152 ponies - and that I did. As soon as the road morphed to 3 lanes I was at full throttle. By the time I came out of the 7th turn I was full on the fuel grip and headed into a nice right-hander that usually takes all the throttle you can give it. At the apex I'm pushing 95 cents and looking at the left-hander about 400 yards up the mountain when I felt the rear wheel go.
Then the front went.
Followed closely by a tank slapper.
Suddenly I'm thinking "gravel, what freaking gravel?"
and preparing for the impending low side.
Just as fast as I lost it, I regained it and was feeling the effects of a shot of full adrenaline. I roll off the throttle a bit check for gravel and keep heading up hill. Mind you I stayed well below my normal riding speeds and headed for the scenic overlook on the backside of the hill where I stopped to check my tires before heading back down the hill.
Coming back down the mountain I found the gravel that I missed the first time. A patch of gravel about 6 ft wide and about 8 ft long and about 1/4 inch thick. There was no other sign of gravel anywhere else on the road. So I think to myself "Wow, how did you not see that?" Shadows and speed. The good news is that I was only riding to about 1/2 inch of chicken strips, and not my usual 1/4 inch strips. That gave me enough tire to roll through the patch and saved what might have been an expensive repair bill and bumping landing for yours truly.
Remember this is the Rockies and that freakin' granite gravel can appear anywhere. So be careful!