So Richard and I are riding our bikes in southern Lorain County - country roadin' it as we say. We're in Berlin Heights in this general vicinity.
We're on a two lane double yellow road approaching a turn to the left. We look up, and wouldn't ya know it, there's a damned motorcycle in our lane coming straight at us...at speed.
We did what any person in a situation like that would do, yelled some choice four letter words, and applied the brakes. Dude is still comin' at us (motorcycles are heavy).
At about 10 feet before he runs straight into us, he chooses to go even further left, and ends up riding through an open ditch on the side of the road.
Who knew those little ditches hold so much water? Got drenched in that sweet, juicy fermenting farm irrigation run-off. Glorious.
Just his luck, he hits a drain culvert and eats complete shit. Front wheel digs into the soft ground pretty good, and he goes flying over the bars.
Did I mention he isn't wearing a helmet (of course!) - dinked his 'pliance pretty good.
He's tries to get up, I tell him to lie still - I'm calling for an ambulance.
While the Sheriff and, eventually, an ambulance are on there way, bunch of neighbors come out. One says he swears it was a four wheeler, other said he just heard the panic rev and started comin' out...
I found observing the neighbor's conversations in a situation like that to be quite interesting.
Anyway, cops come and get our story, put dude in ambulance and we take off.
Now some pictures!
Here you can see the friendly neighbors checking out the bike for damage - the rider is lying on the ground out of frame.
Richard got most of the nasty spray.
...While I squeaked by with just a bit of splatter.
Good times!
