When I was a bright young man of 18, I got as drunk as I possibly could on Jack Daniels bourbon and set out for adventure on my new CB750F1 at a fair clip in a suburban street, got it up to around 90 Mph before I figured it was time to slow down at a "Y" intersection, anyway, I managed to hit the curb, "get some air", travel through a small tree and crash, sideways, into a sign post, bending it (the signpost) at right angles. I continued on, pivoting on the alternator cover, tank and handlebars, blinkers etc, for about another 50 yards before I came to a halt, dazed and confused. (well, moreso than usual)
One of the neighbourhood women, an old Italian lady, came out when she heard the bang, took one look at me and said something rather scathing in her native tongue, then turned on her heels, and went back inside her house, slamming the door in disgust. Hmmnnn, I picked myself up, walked over to the bike and picked it up too, noting a vague pain in my left side, and proceeded to push my battered beast the two miles back to my house.
I woke up the next morning in considerable pain, so reported for duty and went straight to the Regimental Aid Post and was taken across to the hospital for XRays, where it was determined that I'd broken all my ribs on that side, and a couple in more than one place. The doc asked what had happened, so I told him a modified version of events (leaving out the booze and speed) and when he asked me how heavy the bike was, he couldn't believe that I could pick it up, particularly with those injuries.
I guess the bottom line is that if you're having difficulties lifting your bike when you've dropped it, down a quart of Jack Daniels, and you'll have no difficulty at all, what Spinach is to Popeye, JD is to the "girlie" SOHC-4 rider! Ha ha, Cheers, Terry.
