Join Date: Apr 2009
Location: Maryland Near DC
Lesson learned the hard way, #1 farkle
I've been so busy with the hiking trail maintenance organization my fiancee and I belong to I haven't had time to post. I've missed spending time in this forum, now more than ever.
The lesson I've learned is that my number 1 farkle should have been a skid plate, even if you never ride off-road. It would probably have saved my cherished Wee.
Two weeks ago I got cut off by a pick-up towing a trailer full of junk, some of which slid off the back of the trailer. I avoided the first piece and in doing so, hit the second and cleared the third. I kept the bike upright but had hit something with my front tire and heard a thunk under my bike. I was riding along a jersey wall so I couldn't pull over to check the tires or anything else. Then the engine died by the time I got to the shoulder. I got off, there was oil everywhere. The flange on the lower engine that the oil cooler line connects to is broken off.
The good news is that I'm here to write the story. The bad news is that the insurance company totaled my Wee. Engine totally locked up, probably trany damage as well. It's a 2009, 19,000 miles, I've got a brand new set if tires sitting in the garage and just bought all the tools to change the tires. I was planning to replace the tires the weekend after the incident.
I can't believe how attached I've become to my Wee, if I could, I'd put it up on a stand and call it art, but I can't. I'm going to have to decide between selling it or letting the insurance company take it. If anyone is interested in rebuilding a Wee or parting it out, I can find out how much the buy-out price is from my insurance company. Other than the obvious, it's in almost show room condition. I'm not looking to make money off the deal, I'd rather it went to some one in this forum. If there's no interest, I'll remove the farkles, offer them up for sale and let the insurance vultures take her.
Even more damaging is what this incident has done to my attitude about riding. If the insurance company had repaired the bike, I would have gotten back in the saddle. As it stands, this is my second "strike" while commuting in Baltimore/DC rush hour traffic. The first fortunately happened at low speed and netted me slight concussion complete with brief black out period (thank Dog for my helmet), a fractured rib and other minor scrapes. My fiancee supports my riding and has made use of the back rest I installed for her. But after 4 years of being engaged, our wedding is finally planned for the end of September and at 52 yrs old, I'd really like to be around in one piece to spend time with her.
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