After having new tires fitted to the bike, I thought a good run upto an old mates over 600 km would help get them scrubbed in nicely, however it was not my intention to return home in the dark as I hate night riding, having never ridden my 999R in the dark before the first thing that got a bit of getting used to was the main beam reflecting back up the inside of the screen (not sure I like that)
Anyway to cut a long story short, coming round a corner on a dark stretch of road I notice a car and trailer pulled over to right and a person in the road, as I don't like riding in the dark I was taking it reasonably slowly, all of a sudden there were shapes lying strewn across the road in front of me, by the time I had swerved past two of them my brain took in the fact that I was in a gardening shop slalom course
One rake and a watering can later the spade laying diagonally across my path was not going to be missed catching it on the blade it flipped up and nearly decapitating me glanced off my helmet, pulling over relieved to still be in one piece I went over to confront the guy who was busy throwing his tools back into his trailer, picking up his spade he said to me, " thank god its not damaged, its new" not once did he ask if my bike or myself were ok. as I was tired and still had over 50 km to go to get home and was lost for words I simply got back on the bike and continued at a more sedate pace home confused as to how a spade held more importance than the possible decapitation of a bike rider.