So I head out to the American Legion today at about 11 am because we had an event, and I had to cook.
so here we are at 930 PM and I finally am back home.
They have been working on the road leading up to my subdivision the past few weeks, getting ready to redo it, the dump trucks tore it all up.
Well, between the time I left and the time I came back (Mind you it's pitch dark out and you can't see shit this time of night)
The sorry sons of bitches used the machine to grind down the fucking pavement, obviously to repave it I guess in a few days or whatever, but LEFT the shit there, half an inch or more loose asphalt all over the road, with uneven gouges in it, grooves...the works.
I hit this loose gravel at about 45 mph. I tell you, Eva deserves some sort of award for the dance she started doing!! That damned bike started dancing all over the place and the dashboard lit up like a christmas tree, traction control, pretty much taking out anything resembling putting power to it. It slid, it slithered, I got it under control about 30 both legs out, asshole so tight you couldn't pull a banjo string thru with a bulldozer at this point! I am fairly positive that the traction control saved my ass tonight, at least from a very bad case of road rash. The moment my bike started sliding it took over, I am sure if it was left to me, Id probably have been on the ground before I got power cut enough to not power slide.
Would have been nice for the shit heads to at least put a sign up, road under construction or something. There's a HUGE difference between running a street sweeper and leaving an inch of loose gravel.
Anybody who says Traction control is just useless crap, and more stuff to break and does nothing.
I respectfully beg to differ.
The GD city owes me a new pair of underwear now.
Aaron