Squashed Squid
It was a Saturday, noonish in So Cal. I'm cruising around and pull into a gas station to fuel up. Just as I come up the driveway I see a bike and rider go down. At the pump. Not on the street. My new metric riding friend is \\;\\\\\\;now pinned between his bike and the gas pump.
Scenario: He pulled up to the pump. Put down his kickstand or so he thought. He said he put down the stand and as he was leaning the bike over to get off, the bike kept going. He reached down with his foot for the kickstand but instead got his foot lodged between the bike frame and the raised curb that surrounded the fuel pump island. He listed over like the Titanic and ended up with his foot and ankle wedged between the bike and the curb and his body pinned up against the gas pump underneath the bike.
While trying to contain our laughter, some guy in a cage and I ran over to lift the bike off this poor guy. Nothing broken. Bike was pristine.
It all happened in slow motion and he was able to gently let the bike down without injury to it or himself. All he could do was say like a thousand times "I can't believe I did that, I can't believe I did that..."
He gasses up. Says thanks to the other guy and me one more time and leaves. Mr. Cager and I exchange glances and both start busting up out loud now that our sportbike riding buddy is out of earshot.
Sorry no pics but hilarious nonetheless.
Primo
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