ALMOST wrecking the scooter.

tuesday took us north, along 107, and at some point between pissing myself at 40 km/h and finding comfort at 80 km/h, i was behind a huge dump truck barreling down the road, laden with thais and trees. not seeing it swerve suddenly in front of me, and not slowing down either, i hit a ditch in the highway at a good clip. seeing my life flash before my eyes, and seeing my bike fly into the air in some wild mission impossible stuntery, i gasped and tightened my grip on the handle bars. the contents of my handlebar basket jumped up, spilling all over the road, but my tires remained earthbound. the shettering of my red bull bottle lingering in my ears, i pulled to the side, collected my camera case and scuffed mobile, lamented the loss of a good caffeinated beverage, and resumed my flight north.