Close calls...

So I had two close calls today on my motorcycle.

I was going down the road on main campus near Harrison, that small tilted road with the barriers that they've been working on for like 2 years. Anyhow, I was behind a flatbed truck with a full load of bricks and the truck stopped near the end of the road and I assumed that the truck was going to make a left turn but pedestrians got in the way. wrong...

I was a good 5 feet away from the truck and the driver started to back up. I'm frantically trying to push my bike back up the hill and steer the bike to either side so that the driver could see me, but that ended up being futile. I yelled out to a few pedestrians to make the driver stop. Like 20 people just yelled out and truck stopped about 1/2 foot from my bike. I was about to shit my pants.

And I was in the drivers side mirrors when I followed the truck up to that intersection.

After that, I came home and decided to go out riding. At the end of the ride, I went to my beloved round-about at the dealership next to my house. Was getting really low, but then on the 2nd pass, I loose balance or traction. I shifted my weight to compensate and at the same time I slapped the ground with my left hand.

Apparently, that slap was hard enough to send the bike straight up, but it made me fly off the round-about onto an adjacent road. I have no idea how I avoided that... Was like something out of the matrix.

Done riding for the week. Need to buy a new pair of gloves anyhow...