Category: motorcycles

Leigh Ann Hussey

elvis8 Comments

Fuck.

This is a friend of mine – or used to be, hadn’t talked to her in a couple years. Old ‘net friend from motorcycle newsgroups; a gifted violin player who played in local celtic bands.

LIVERMORE – The Alameda County coroner’s office identified the motorcyclist killed when a dump truck ran over her Tuesday night as 44-year-old Leigh Hussey of Berkeley.

Authorities were investigating late Tuesday the circumstances that led Hussey to inexplicably lose control of her BMW bike about 7:20 p.m. and slip under the back axle of a yellow dump truck on westbound Interstate 580 near North Livermore Avenue, Highway Patrol said.

Hussey was crushed by the truck’s two rear tires and was then thrown to the right hand shoulder, Highway Patrol officer John Pabst said. She was pronounced dead at the scene from massive trauma.

http://www.contracostatimes.com/mld/cctimes/14596956.htm

While she wasn’t a close friend, she’s a close friend of several of my friends. And I don’t even know what to say. Other than, you know, ride safe people.

When the kick-stand ain’t down

elvis9 Comments

Ok this has to be shouted.I DROPPED MY MOTHERFUCKING BIKE in the MOTHERFUCKING PARKING LOT.There…. Because, you know, I DROPPED MY FUCKING BIKE.God I hate when I do this.

Ok this has to be shouted.

I DROPPED MY MOTHERFUCKING BIKE in the MOTHERFUCKING PARKING LOT.

There. I feel better. Well, ok, no I don’t.

Because, you know, I DROPPED MY FUCKING BIKE.

God I hate when I do this. And I drive a big plastic monstrosity, a trophy 1200 (That one ain’t mine, but mine’s just like it, or was until just now when I DROPPED IT!).

It’s the classic one. Kick stand wasn’t quite down and I let go.

The damage is mostly cosmetic, with one busted turn signal (which is of course like a hundred dollar part — fucking british import), and a friendly co-worker helped me get it back on two wheels so I didn’t blow by back picking it up, which I have done before with other bikes.

But christ. Just what I need to start my evening…

[made with ecto]

Laugh at the weather gods

elvis5 Comments

Ok, so last weekend I took the top off my jeep. I know what this means.

Ok, so last weekend I took the top off my jeep.

I know what this means. Every time I take it off early, in April, the rains come back soon as the top’s off.

Every. Damned. Time.

I did it anyway.

So then today I added a scoff; I rode my bike and talked about how nice a day it was. So of course, it’s about to rain and me without my foul-weather riding gear.

Remind me next year, ok? Top on until may.

Who’s with me?

elvis8 Comments

I rode to work this morning on my big green Triumph, and had the best morning I’ve had in a couple of weeks. Coffee in my veins, sunshine and the smell of spring, almost summer.

It’s too fucking nice today in sunny Silicon Valley to be at work. My third-floor office (Yes, office, I’m no cubical-dweller) window mocks me with this fact.

I rode to work this morning on my big green Triumph, and had the best morning I’ve had in a couple of weeks. Coffee in my veins, sunshine and the smell of spring, almost summer.

Oh, to keep going. I took the long way to work just because it’s so nice, so beautiful. I wanted to keep going, just ride, just go and go. Ride west, to the sea, and then turn south.

Or find some tramp steamer, ride aboard, work my way across the ocean, and ride off someplace with palm trees and warm beaches.

The horizon calls me. The road calls me.

Go.

Who’s with me?

First Ride

elvis13 Comments

Ruby, my six-year-old, reminded me of something today.Daddy, she said, You promised we could see if my legs are long enough.And of course I had. The rule has always been, when you can get both your feet securely on the rear pegs, you can ride on the back of my motorcycle.

Ruby, my six-year-old, reminded me of something today.

“Daddy”, she said, “You promised we could see if my legs are long enough.”

And of course I had. The rule has always been, when you can get both your feet securely on the rear pegs, you can ride on the back of my motorcycle.

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