Sounds like a lot of our friends rode these things. My buddy had a 750 triple and lived to tell
the tale. He rode that thing all over. One night coming home from a bar he was at speed
when he crested a hill and a car pulled out in front of him. I'm sure the guy in the car never
saw him coming he was moving so fast. Bob hit the car broadside flew over the top and hit
another car coming the other way. Not good! I knew some of the guys on the ambulance and they don't know how he survived. They found him laying in the middle of the road wearing only his belt with the belt loops attached. All the rest of his clothes were gone. His wife made a macromay necklace for him which acted as a garotte. Somehow he lived and eventually ended up at home in a body cast. Nipples to toes. Drove him crazy. One day he had to go in for a check up and we put him on his bathroom door and loaded him into a van.
The nurses had a laugh about that one. The next week he took a pliers and screwdriver and
took off his body cast.
This was in the seventies and I remember plenty of other guys crashing including myself.
Somehow most of us lived thru it. How I don't know.