So there I was, on some twisty section of road between Santa Barbara and Buellton, California just mining my own business. There was plenty of room between me and the bike in front of me when in the middle of a left hand corner, I saw the brake light come on on the bike in front of me. I forgot everything I had ever learned from experience or had ever been told and grabbed a hand full of front brake. Two things happened, first it stood the bike up and instead of turning left I found myself suddenly going straight and secondly I stopped looking through the corner (where I wanted to go) and started looking at where the bike was now going (where I didn't want to go).
Thank god there was a dirt burm built up on the side of the road and not a cliff. I just sort of did my best old school Bob Hannah burm-shot, left foot out and all, and ended up back on the road! I ended up with what I thought was a twisted ankle and finished out the day of riding. I limped around for a couple of days and finally went to the doctor where I found out I broke my Fibula in 2 places and had 3 small brakes in the smaller bones in my ankle joint.
The doctor said no motorcycles for 6 weeks. So I guess I am gunna miss Sturgis. And all because I had a had a lapse of judgement and pushed the panic button. I guess that'll teach me!