Can I unclench my ass now? In Boston he wouldn't have gotten 100 feet before some braindead moron opened his door to dump out a cup of bad coffee.
Yeah, well I wouldn't be blaming the coffee dumper, in this instance Al. I remember back in 1999, they'd just opened the Western Ring Road here in Melbourne, and I was travelling along happily at 60 MPH when a guy on a Fatboy split past me at warp speed. Shortly afterwards, the traffic stopped completely.
When I eventually crawled past the accident scene, they were putting a blanket over the body of the Fatboy pilot. Apparently a car changed lanes just as the Hog went past, sending him off to motorcycling Valhalla, or perhaps, Poughkeepsie.
Interestingly enough, as I rode past I noticed that they'd put the Fattie on the sidestand, and it didn't look too badly damaged, and I wondered who would eventually become the owner of that unfortunate bike. Cheers, Terry.