reminds me of my 400 crash. First half hour of rain...tank slapper on rutted 400....down I go...kept sliding....and sliding...and sliding. Had time to lift my legs up and put my feet down and see if it would help stop, nope didn't help...put legs back down...kept sliding. Felt like minutes. Finally realized I stopped when there was someone running toward me and I was not whizzing by. realized I was lying in the middle of the 400, so got the hell up and ran to the shoulder. My bike was at the median.
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