First hard8, then me — must be the night for close calls. I was out running a couple of errands, and on the way home I decided to run down one of my favorite roads. I always turn around in a park there, putting slowly through the parking lot. There's a bit of a right turn to get back out onto the access road to leave. I was cutting it far to the right, thought I had enough clearance — but suddenly I felt the sidecar wheel bump over the curb, then off the curb.
I screwed up, shifted weight wrong — suddenly the tub is in the air. "Oh crap," I'm thinking, "I'm going to crash."
Bike is still going forward. Luckily there's no one in the path of the bike and no traffic in either direction. I go across the access road, amazingly still on 2 wheels. I shift weight and put the tub down, then go over the opposite curb and bring the bike to a stop. Amazingly, I didn't even stall it.
I cut the engine and checked everything over. All looked okay, save for my shaking hands. I drove home without any other events, and am just about through a scotch on the rocks to settle my nerves.
Freak accident, nearly complicated by a stupid rookie weight shift mistake. Can't believe I didn't wind up under the bike. Can't believe I misjudged that wheel-to-curb distance.
Oy.












