Oh, I forgot to tell everyone...
Took Kat to the softball skills clinic after church. Actually, Mrs E took her. I rode the bike there. I love going to those clinics. The kids learn as much as I do.
Once it was over, I hopped on the bike and turned out of the parking lot to head home. A couple of the softball players were on a golf cart to go from one parking lot to another, and the only way to do it is to get on the main road. When they started to pull out, I knew they didnt have enough room. So I nailed the throttle to get around them. Instead of pulling into the center of the road where there is a turn lane, the continued to the right side of the road, where I was riding (still accelerating). At that point, I had two choices. Run into the golf cart, or ride off road. I took the only choice I had available to me that I had a chance of not running into something... I took a street bike off road. Naturally the bike got squirrelly in the grass, then got even worse when I brought it back on the road. Im just glad I had the sense to not fight the bike and let it settle itself out. My heart was still hammering by the time I got home. But I didnt die. For a second, I thought I was going to wreck it, but I didnt. Im not sure how.... but I didnt.