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It's not as bad as catching your shoelaces on the shifter when coming to a stop, but it was close. I was the first at a long stoplight. A couple Harleys pull up behind me. A police car pulls up to the left turning lane next to me. No one is in the right turning lane. I can see the yellow light for the cross traffic, and I tap it smartly down to first. The light turns green and I stall it. Holy Crap.
I hadn't stalled the bike in about a year. So holding the clutch in, I hit the start button. The bike starts up. So as not to stall it again, I twist the throttle. The revs jump up to like six grand and I start to feather the clutch. But the on-coming traffic who are turning left in front of me, see me not moving, so they decide to turn. So now I have to abort this lunging bike that's headed to the side of the turning car. Jeeze.
I really pride myself on being real smooth when I ride. This was just the opposite. It must have looked like I was on a bucking bronco. The other riders were probably laughing, and the cop must have thought I was drunk. I was just glad to get out of there.
I hadn't stalled the bike in about a year. So holding the clutch in, I hit the start button. The bike starts up. So as not to stall it again, I twist the throttle. The revs jump up to like six grand and I start to feather the clutch. But the on-coming traffic who are turning left in front of me, see me not moving, so they decide to turn. So now I have to abort this lunging bike that's headed to the side of the turning car. Jeeze.
I really pride myself on being real smooth when I ride. This was just the opposite. It must have looked like I was on a bucking bronco. The other riders were probably laughing, and the cop must have thought I was drunk. I was just glad to get out of there.