I know the technique for putting your butt in the seat and pushing with your legs, which is usually taught and demonstrated on level and solid ground. Unfortunately, that's not usually the situation!
I was in awe most of the ride, grumbling about how my Ion Air 2, which is often mounted on my spedometer, was sitting in a closet up at my friend's house! The dirt and gravel doesn't bother me, but I wasn't sure about the cows! I remember a bull buffalo wanting to charge a friend's softail because of the sound of his pipes (part of why I like Rosie quiet)! |
There wasn't a level turn around spot, and wanting to avoid getting into deep, soft, silt I chose a spot where the gully wasn't too deep, cautioning myself not to try to swing her around too soon. I did, and her rear wheel kicked out. Over she went, and there I was with her wheels higher than her seat! That's when the true meaning of "Sportsters are top heavy" hits home.
After making sure Rosie started ok, and posing for me, they continued on across the creek. I got back in touch with Mike and let him know I was up and on my way out. He waited for me at the junction of 308 and 315. Planning to ride back out to TX 71 via CR 310, we were stopped at another water crossing the was much too wide and fast, even for his truck. The water crossing south on CR 308 was probably passable for Rosie, but it was too late to take a chance on another dead end.