That was a dark period for me. Lost my climbing pack on the back of my motorcycle on the way down to the Pins. Went up and down the Freeway and Highway but it was gone. On the way back a rutting buck decided I was to good of competition and attacked me head down, antlers into the front wheel. I my ZX11 (not a light bike) endo'd. I skittered down the road for a bit. Upper body was fine since I had a good riding jacket. At one point while tumbling I smacked my knee right into the road and I only had blue jeans on and ended up with a large blood blister right on my knee cap. At another point I kind of spun on my head and could hear the road grinding on my helmet ( then something caught and I tumbled).
As I came to a stop I looked up he road and the buck crawled out from under my bike, jumped the fence and ran up the hill. The bike was un-ridable since the right hand side case was busted open and most of the plastics were gone. Not to long after picking up the bike a truck came by, with three guys in it, and I managed to talk them into putting my bike into the back of their truck and giving me a ride to the Earthquake Bar and Grill where I met Brad, Rob, Mike A and I think a few other folks. We fed the guys and gave them a beer or two. I think Brad pick up the tab (thank you Brad). Everyone then went outside and moved my bike from the back of their truck to the back of Rob's truck.
I lost almost all of my thin gear and a rope. Shoes and harness were in my tank bag. This was not to long after my girl asked me to move out of the house. Bunch of the sh1t was going on. It was a bit like a Country Western song.
