Desmolu went down...

[El Matador]

First off Lu, is the bike fully insured?  Second, everything on the bike looks superficial. 

It does look that way from a first glance. The bike must have somersaulted and landed on the pipe / Tailsection because the frame is bent down and to the side.

You kind kinda tell by the picture that the seat is not fitting quite right.

[El Matador]

Desmolu, so happy you are okay. I rarely post on here, but your story made me want to post.  I am from Austin, ride an '07 S2R1K and actually just got in from a 4 hour ride down Hamilton Pool, Cypress Mill Rd, 1323, etc...

I look forward to meeting y'all sometime. Again, glad you are okay.  Heal and rest up!

Thanks for posting! Looks like you had a nice ride..

I'm actually moving to austin in august so you will most definitely meet us soon 

[yotogi]

I'm actually moving to austin in august so you will most definitely meet us soon 

Wahoo! We need more Ducs in Austin. Plus you can punch me for starting the Emo-dor thing. 

Lu, thanks again for letting us all know what happened. Hang in there and feel all better real soon!

[Porsche Monkey]

I'm actually moving to austin in august so you will most definitely meet us soon 

Dood! You didn't mention this.  Awesome. Lu is coming with right?

[RUFKM]

A little road rash on my butt where a pocket tore off my pants (I swear I'll never ride without proper pants again despite the fact that my Levi's did impress me overall) and some scattered scuffing but nothing too bad.

Glad to hear your okay after the crash.  It's every riders choice to be hardheaded when it comes to safety gear.  I just recently ordered a set of Draggin Jeans 'cause it's just too hot to wear full leather where I live.  I've lived in Houston and ridden in the hills so I know what it's like there also.  Maybe something you want to consider.

[DucMouse the Mighty]

Thanks! I learned two very important things from this crash: 1) When you are feeling the most confident is when you should be the most aware - you are apt to make stupid mistakes that you thought you were better than and 2) Proper gear is 100% worth it, even in this damn Houston heat.

hell ya, it gets damn hawt here, but my leathers saved my knee

i can easily go home and shower off the boot sauce

i know the feeling of sore and stoiffness, im still glad ur ok and damn lucky 

u wana rub that luckiness on me 

looks like ur baby bike took most of damage for ya, now thats love 

[fastwin]

Desmolu,

Are the mirrors still OK?

It was nice to read what happened directly from you. Sounds like you have already realized the possible mistakes you made and have done a good job of honestly analyzing the crash. That shows what a good rider you are. Some people let stupidity or ego get in the way of their post action break down. Thanks for sharing all of that with us, it's a good lesson in what not to do and makes us all realize that it can easily happen to any of us.

Most of all I am glad to see you are OK and posting up. Really sorry about the scooter. I hate it when they get that sad eyed look.

You and Jesus continue to take it easy! Take care.

[swampduc]

Back to civilization, and to internet service. I don't have one of those fancy internet phones like the kids do these days 

To Jesus and Lu, you're more than welcome - that's what friends are for 

Unfortunately, Lu already posted what actually happened. I was hoping she'd put up the version of the story we agreed on during the truck ride home yesterday. Here's a brief outline:
Well, we were tooling around the Hill Country at  a nice, relaxed 140mph pace - Lu rides an M620, after all. Lu was following Matador and I was riding sweep while off the side, running my boot soles along the ground while Matador worked on dragging elbow. Well, Lu was doing a high-chair wheelie through a 30 mph-posted right hander, when she comes across a 6 foot boulder in the middle of our lane. She calmly bunny-hopped over it, but the bike gave a 2nd hop and twirled like a ballerina 5 times until it spun right off the edge of the cliff off to our left. I promptly did a sumo style 180 sliding turn and came back to the edge of the cliff. There my first task was to kill the boulder with my bare hands. Did I say boulder? It turned out to be a mutant giant armadillo left over in some deep, dark cave by the last Ice Age (no, not the damn movie - the geological age). Apparently, the ground quaking vibrations from an M695, 620, and a desmoquattro sbk roused it from its long slumber and brought it to the surface, pissed off that it had been awoken. It took about a 20 minute piss and then went looking for a fight. When it messed with Lu, it found one, damnit!  I stabbed it through the brain by going through the roof of it's mouth with a sharpened flathead screwdriver that I always carry in my leathers (that's why my nickname is Shiv, btw). Matador arrived meantime, and immediately tied our camelbacks and bike chains together to make a rope with which he rapelled down to a groggy Lu. He then faced a crowd of 5 foot tall turkey vultures, the kind only found in South Texas. He fixed on the lead one with a cold stare and said, " I am The Jesus. You pecked at my girlfriend before she was dead. Prepare to die." He then took its eyes with a cactus quill, and rang its neck like a chicken. The others, understandably, decided to depart and feast on the carcass of the giant armadillo, instead.
BUT... they were scattered by a crowd of zombie squids which congregated on the scene, seeking to feast on the brains they never had, even when they were alive. They rode streetfightered Gixxers, all with bikes' asses high in the air, Euro style. All were clothed in matching Affliction t-shirts, tattered khaki shorts, flip-flops, and chrome cereal bowl helmets. As i suspended myself in the air (Crouching Tiger-style), I proceeded to decapitate each of them with well-placed blows from my new Sidi Vertigo Corsa's - absolutely fantastic boots, btw. Highly recommended - comfy, protective, and handy in zombie attacks. Matador had nearly reached the lip of the cliff, supporting Lu in his right arm while carrying her mangled 620 in his left, when a saber-toothed cat from another nearby cave grabbed his ankle. Apparently, it learned nothing from the giant armadillo and vulture, nor the zombie squids. Well, Matador used his teeth to extract Lu's leatherman from here pocket, and gave the cat what he insists is a Venezuelan necktie, not a Colombian necktie. He REALLY likes to extract things from Lu's pants with his teeth and will do so at the slightest excuse, an unfortunate fact for any 3rd wheels hanging about. Well, the rest of the story is kind of boring. I bungeed Lu's bike to the pillion seat of my sbk, Jesus took off his jacket so he could showcase his manly chest (or as he said, to keep Lu warm - in 105 F heat), and we rode off, with Lu looking adoringly into Matador's eyes and whispering, "My Hero."

[El Matador]

Back to civilization, and to internet service. I don't have one of those fancy internet phones like the kids do these days 

To Jesus and Lu, you're more than welcome - that's what friends are for 

Unfortunately, Lu already posted what actually happened. I was hoping she'd put up the version of the story we agreed on during the truck ride home yesterday. Here's a brief outline:
Well, we were tooling around the Hill Country at  a nice, relaxed 140mph pace - Lu rides an M620, after all. Lu was following Matador and I was riding sweep while off the side, running my boot soles along the ground while Matador worked on dragging elbow. Well, Lu was doing a high-chair wheelie through a 30 mph-posted right hander, when she comes across a 6 foot boulder in the middle of our lane. She calmly bunny-hopped over it, but the bike gave a 2nd hop and twirled like a ballerina 5 times until it spun right off the edge of the cliff off to our left. I promptly did a sumo style 180 sliding turn and came back to the edge of the cliff. There my first task was to kill the boulder with my bare hands. Did I say boulder? It turned out to be a mutant giant armadillo left over in some deep, dark cave by the last Ice Age (no, not the damn movie - the geological age). Apparently, the ground quaking vibrations from an M695, 620, and a desmoquattro sbk roused it from its long slumber and brought it to the surface, pissed off that it had been awoken. It took about a 20 minute piss and then went looking for a fight. When it messed with Lu, it found one, damnit!  I stabbed it through the brain by going through the roof of it's mouth with a sharpened flathead screwdriver that I always carry in my leathers (that's why my nickname is Shiv, btw). Matador arrived meantime, and immediately tied our camelbacks and bike chains together to make a rope with which he rapelled down to a groggy Lu. He then faced a crowd of 5 foot tall turkey vultures, the kind only found in South Texas. He fixed on the lead one with a cold stare and said, " I am The Jesus. You pecked at my girlfriend before she was dead. Prepare to die." He then took its eyes with a cactus quill, and rang its neck like a chicken. The others, understandably, decided to depart and feast on the carcass of the giant armadillo, instead.
BUT... they were scattered by a crowd of zombie squids which congregated on the scene, seeking to feast on the brains they never had, even when they were alive. They rode streetfightered Gixxers, all with bikes' asses high in the air, Euro style. All were clothed in matching Affliction t-shirts, tattered khaki shorts, flip-flops, and chrome cereal bowl helmets. As i suspended myself in the air (Crouching Tiger-style), I proceeded to decapitate each of them with well-placed blows from my new Sidi Vertigo Corsa's - absolutely fantastic boots, btw. Highly recommended - comfy, protective, and handy in zombie attacks. Matador had nearly reached the lip of the cliff, supporting Lu in his right arm while carrying her mangled 620 in his left, when a saber-toothed cat from another nearby cave grabbed his ankle. Apparently, it learned nothing from the giant armadillo and vulture, nor the zombie squids. Well, Matador used his teeth to extract Lu's leatherman from here pocket, and gave the cat what he insists is a Venezuelan necktie, not a Colombian necktie. He REALLY likes to extract things from Lu's pants with his teeth and will do so at the slightest excuse, an unfortunate fact for any 3rd wheels hanging about. Well, the rest of the story is kind of boring. I bungeed Lu's bike to the pillion seat of my sbk, Jesus took off his jacket so he could showcase his manly chest (or so he said), and we rode off, with Lu looking adoringly into Matador's eyes and whispering, "My Hero."

That's it, game over, you win.

Best. Post. Ever

 

[trenner]

[...] I bungeed Lu's bike to the pillion seat of my sbk [...]

Wait, what?  I gotta call BS.  Where'd you get a bungee cord?

[DesmoLu]

Shiv, seriously dude. All three of us promised to keep what *really* happened a secret. Do you know what zombie attacks do to your insurance premiums? Let's just pray the adjuster does not look at this thread.

[swampduc]

Wait, what?  I gotta call BS.  Where'd you get a bungee cord?

Sorry, it was actually few of Matador's zipties, placed end to end. Excuse the artistic license.

[DesmoLu]

[spolic]

she's sitting in my living room, staring at me with sad eyes as I write this. I had a beer with her last night and told her I was sorry but she won't speak to me anymore - how can she? Her pipes are cracked 

I felt the same way when I failed my 620, Argento.     

[swampduc]

All bikes that are totalled please raise their hand

Lu's bike now reminds me of:
http://southpark.wikia.com/wiki/Gobbles