I have been very fortunate never to have had a particular bad “off”. Funny thing is that the worst injuries I got
was riding along relative slowly on Beach Road, Green Point, minding my own business when a drunk guy turned
in front of me with no warning. Sharing the roads with cages are way too dangerous!
Mostly though the ‘ol KLR lies down in a much more recreational manner. This “off” happened at the end of a day
riding 980km of highway to go to the family farm. I decided to spice things up by taking an infamously slippery
approach to the farmhouse. It rained, a lot, and the sheep trotted all over the road surface. I managed to waltz
my way to almost the end when finally I went down. Put a smile on my face!