"Picture This"
As I stand on the road on the crest of a hill, the sun just beginning to set on the horizon, an ambulance slams the doors and rockets away from the seen with its lights flashing and my good friend Crow inside writhing in pain. As it rushes by a few policeman, bystanders and rubber neckers stopped to watch, I thought to myself, fu... I hope he is alright. The next thing I hear, is Jaymo on the cell talking with Crow's brother, as we had all collectively decided not to call Crow's Wife Karen and that someone should be there personally to tell her. Grant, Crows brother (He says he is the better looking one) was on his way to pick her up and they would be on there way to the Hospital lickity split. We also had agreed that Jay and I would ride back to K Town to get his truck and return to pick up Crow's scoot and all of it's pieces, as he sure did slam it down pretty hard after colliding with a 120 lbs. German Shepard. The Dog, I understand never made it. Crow's front end spikes tore into him pretty bad. From what I heard from the investigating officer, the spikes ripped quite a gash up his side, they had to put the dog down. But any Dog that chases Motorcycles clearly is a hazard, what else can I say. We pushed Crow's ride up to the farmers house and got ready to ride. Jay and I both agreed that we would have to make it a fast run as the light was disappearing and we didn't want to be loading the bike onto the truck in the dark. That was truly an understatement, we didn't just ride fast, we rode like two bats out of hell was more like it. Now, it could have been something to do with all the adrenalin running through our veins after witnessing such a horrific crash or it could have been two friends wanting to try and do anything they could to give Crawfords one less thing to worry about right now. "The Bike" But one thing was for sure was, we were heading for K-Town and we were heading there with a vengeance. Two very fast built Sporty's and two guy's who like to ride hard and who like to ride fast. It didn't help that we had been riding with Billy all day before the accident and he was still breaking in his ride. So we had to keep back on the pin all day, as painful as it was (No offence meant Billy). This was a ride that I will never forget. I sincerely wonder if we hadn't reached speeds that afternoon/evening, that I had never reached before on my old Sporty. I know that that is hard to believe, as I have been hard at it many times over many years. It seemed as if I was always digging that throttle down hard and shifting up through the gears just as fast and hard as I could, maxing out on the RPM, red lining before every shift. Bang, Bang, Bang felt that front wheel coming up off the pavement on every shift. Like a stallion on it's charge. I remember the air was at near freezing temps, spanking your face, stinging pins and needles constantly biting. It was near first frost already and we didn't want to be out running after that sun went down that was for sure. I recall that we took the back roads all the way from Oakland through to Scotland and up to Paris, over through to the country village of Ayrr and then down into K-Town. Normally around a 2 hour tour. We rocketed the ride in just under an hour. "Crazy" ride with a "Crazy" man with a good reason to ride. Although now as I look back rationally, I realize how reckless it was. Hope and Prayer I guess. Yes Sir, That sure was one "Dog Gone Fast" ride back to K-Town. I'll never forget it that's for sure.
Ride On, Brothers and Sisters
Hard and Fast
Have Fun and Please be Safe
Harley / RIDER 88
M.T. Davidson
