Great thread....EVERYbody has these stories, mine was yesterday - well, the most recent anyways

I have her up on the jack, cleaning, shining, everything is perfect...

I go to bring her down, a nice lady from the neighbourhood walks by,
OK! I get distracted. The jack drops all the way. the bike is outta gear, she starts to roll as soon as she hits the asphalt.

Luckily, I managed to keep her up & hit the front brake and lean her on the stand but it scared the begeezzus outta me. Next time, she will be in gear.

Guess we all need to stop looking at women

Steven

smhowse wrote:
Guess we all need to stop looking at women

Steven

Fat chance of that happenin...

Bushr your gonna have to figure out another way cause ya can't spin the wheels to clean those ugly spokes if it in gear.. maybe just use one eye....

Ha, so many good stories Thanks guys. I don't know if I really have one of my own? I tried doing a brakestand once on my dirt bike, wound it right up in first gear and the back end hooked up.. the bike flew a good 10-15 feet before impact, and I knocked the wind out of myself and cracked my butt (ha ha..) Unrelated, one of my friends got off her bike after watching her brother lay his bike down in front of her at about 150 km/h. Another one that I didn't experience firsthand was some fellow bought a brand new Hayabusa from a dealer in town.. he was warned that the tires still had wax on them from being in the showroom, and to take it easy for the first few km and let it wear off. Well, he couldn't resist, he didn't make it one block away before he laid it down. Sad start to that relationship

Dan

Musky wrote:
So I'm guessing no one got any pictuers then either.

We should call his Boss and requisition the security tapes

Regards, Ted

I had my brain fart at a light on a 4 lane road. Years back on my Concours stop at red light and went to put my foot down. The laces on my boots caught the peg and over we went together. Fortunately there was no traffic. This gets better---. A dude on a skirtster(sportster) rolls right past me and doesn't even offer to help. So I hump that beast up(the Concourse is very top heavy when fueled up). Tuck my laces in(lesson learned) and off I go (red faced but ok). Wouldn't you know it god does love an idiot. What do I see a few blocks away-- you guessed it. Mister Harley broke down on the inside lane. gave the helpful soul a honk and one finger salute and ride by with a huge smile. I do believe that is what you call PRICLESS.

I have to tell this one on myself. back when I was in high school, I bought a 1975 RD 350 Yami from my brother, they are a 2 cycle twin. It had expansion chambers, I think they were called. When you hit 5500 RPM's it would pull the front wheel straight up in 1st 2nd and 3rd and about two feet in 4th. Those little dudes were one bad ride. I was crusin' town all the big spots. I pulled out of one and was just letting it run it's own, trying to be cool watching the girls, when it hits 5500 RPM's wham here I am running behind it holding on to the handle bars looking like a fool, needles to say I left town for a few hours . You could hear all kinds of people laughing, and yelling.

Few years back when I had my 84 Virago. My exwife insisted on getting her own bike. So I bought her a brand new 86 Virago with all the trimmings. (She wasn't my ex at the time!) Her first long ride alone was to her sisters in London, Ontario from Gasport, NY. It turned out to be a rough wekend for her. First off. She stopped in a gas station to fill up. Forgot the kickstand. But thankfully the windshield caught the bike! Snapped that in half. Then that night they had a major windstorm. Wind caught her cover and knocked the bike into the side of her sisters house. Got the call in the morning. I was going to meet her but she asked me to bring the truck instead of the bike. She had about $600 damage to the front end. And about $1,000 damage to her sisters patio. Now I don't know how much of this is fact. I always wondered if it happened this way or if she was playing and crashed into the patio.) But I'll never know for sure. And since she is my ex. Don't really care any more!

Serious road rash.....
Many, many, many, years ago, actually in the 70's, streaking was the in thing on campus. (Get a visual, this is a true story)While participating in a rather large Frat party (500 Greeks), of course consuming copious amounts of alchohol, several of us were in a streaking mood. Unfortunately one of my brothers had a 250 Yami parked nearby. Being safety conscious, I did where a helmet and also included a bedsheet as a cape to create the proper visual. While crusin through campus (Univ of Miami, FL) I visited the library (inside through building), the school ale house, the student union (again inside the building), and several dorms. While taking a slow turn by the girls dorms, waving to many adoring fans, my cape fluttered down and literaly wound up in the rear spokes of the bike. Being flipped off of the rear of a bike, strangled, and dragged along the parking lot sans clothes does tend to put one into shock. Several of my adoring spectators rushed to my rescue. The bike was fine except for the loss of the brake pedal. My cape was extracted from the spokes, and most of skin on the left side of my body was left on the asphalt. Refusing a call for medical attention I restarted the bike intending to quietly slink back to my Frat house. Unfortunately campus police had other ideas. Laying in waite, they sprung upon me with lights flashing. Still wearing the helmet, but only 1/3 of the cape, I took off accross the landscape. Tasting blood, literally,the cops followed me into the field in a squad car. Unfortunately none of us anticipated the ditch that facilities had recently dug for a renovation project and both of vehicles ended up totaled in it. I was able to extricate myself and proceeded to continue home, only a block away. Both cops were not able to extricate themselves quite as easily. Fortunately they experienced only minor injuries but their car was totaled. Making it back to my Frat house, where the party was still in full swing, I stumbled to my room with help from several Bros got into the shower to wash off the blood, dirt, and gravel(still in shock, I couldn't feel anything). My next conscious thought was of course the police knocking on my door. I thought that I had cleverly avoided identification by use of the helmet. I forgot to mention that I was dating one of the campus cops and she just happenned to be on duty that night. As the cops were escorting me in hand cuffs to a squad,the two cops from the totaled car show up. In a rather angry state of mind they proceed to take me from the arresting officer (my lady friend), throw me to the ground, and beat the **** out of me. My lady cop pulls out her gun on them and orders them to stop. Thank heavens (the God and fools part again)or I would have ended up with more that just a dislocated shoulder. Meanwhile several hundred drunk Greeks take offense to how I was being treated. They start to turn on the other cops there (about a dozen by this point). I get thrown into a squad and taken to Dade County Jail. Thus ends the motorcycle part of this story. There is more to the story but RSC may not have the band width for it now. The prison wing of the hospital is a great story unto itself. Short ending is that I was asked to leave school and the State of Florida. I was ultimately put on two years probation. The cops in the wrecked squad had to pay for it and got demoted. Some rule about not using a squad to chase a motorcyle into a wooded area. None of my Frat Bros and Sisters got into trouble but we had to keep a tighter lid on the parties for a while.
Gotta love the 70's and God does watch over drunks and fools.
Papa Bear

Bushr your gonna have to figure out another way cause ya can't spin the wheels to clean those ugly spokes if it in gear.. maybe just use one eye....

years ago I rode st8 into a BIG cement lite pole for the same reason - distracted....
I guess I shoulda learned eh??