I've been doing a lot of thinking since my bifftastic morning:
A lot of beating myself up. Feeling like I spoiled my spotless record. Pissed I broke the cowling. Pissed I messed up. I had a lot of time to think because the weekend after it happened I was sick as shit. And sick for most of last week. Then the little Jaw got sick, ear infection, etc. Then I started thinking about what happened. The morning of the biff, I woke up with what I thought were REALLY bad allergies. Took double my dose of Claritin and didn't think twice about it. Despite the fact that I have told people, "if you don't feel 100%, take the car" and "if you are on different meds than you're used to, don't get on your bike". Of course, good logic. But that doesn't apply to ME
cause I'm a ****ing gangster. I ride in every type of weather. I ride the most dangerous streets of SF every day. I went offroading with SLO, Mark, and Tom and didn't even screw up. You see where I'm going here. Bottom line. I messed up twice. Sure, I didn't anticipate some lady going for the green and then immediately hitting her brakes, but when I think back on it, it all seems kind of foggy. And that's where I made my big mistake. I'm not a gangster. I can ride in all kinds of weather, terrrain, etc (maybe) when I feel good.
My head was not in the game. I knew better and I didn't listen to that voice that was saying, 'dude take the car'. I got off easy and learned a lesson and am happy to eat some crow if it keeps one of y'all from being tough instead of being smart. I take it pretty much for granted. Wake up, ride. Hung over, sick, raining, windy, what have you. I did not practice what I preach. And I paid a small price. Thank god I didn't pay the big price. Don't be an idiot like me.