You might be wondering how the name "Lucky" came into being. One day coming back from a Super Bike race, (crotch rocket races for those of you who are not informed) myself, my wife & about 30 other Harley's, riding in staggered formation, found ourselves fastly approaching a dog that had somehow gotten in between the two lines of bikes. I saw the bikes up ahead swerving around something, but didn't know what it was, until we were upon it. It was going in circles trying to find a way out. Unfortunately, it chose our bike to go through. It was a medium sized dog and we were doing about 40 mph. The dog's head hit the front peg and broke it loose. As the dog spun down the side of the motorcycle it lost control of it's bowels. I was able to keep the bike in a straight line with oncoming traffic coming at us at a 50 mph clip & didn't go down. I came to a controlled stop along side the road and assessed the damage. One foot peg broken lose and dog crap everywhere, including my wife's right leg and the bike behind us. The dog was still alive but pretty banged up. One of our friends who was riding about 3 bikes back and to our right, thought it was funny because we were covered in crap. He got his payback the next day when he was cleaning his bike. His rectifier was caked with it!
Hence, the name Lucky. Lucky because we didn't go down. I have since hit other animals with my wife on the back, including an oppossum and a coyote, all the while managing to keep the bike upright. I don't try to hit animals, they just seem to run in front of me at the most inopportune times.
We will continue to ride as long as the good Lord allows us to. |
