New Years eve just gone, I jumped on the trustyish 750 to get supplies from the local town. Departing from New World Dannevirke with a payload consisting of 2 l's of milk, 3x 1.5 l's bottles of coke, 1x 4 pak of V's, 1 small box of coriander and ahhhh yes, the 1 doz eggs - size 7. With the bag fastened to the pillion seat with bungie cords, I slipped quietly out of Dvrke, looking forward to the blast home. As the conditions were so primo, I decided upon taking the long loop home - as one naturally does. About 15km's into this unadulterated state of motorcycling bliss, whilst exiting a right hand hander, I feel a lurch from the bike. I glance back in time to see, potentially the most perfect storm ever created in a cheap imported bag! It was tumbling and spinning along the ditch side at a rate that would see Fisher and Paykel engineers bristle with pride.
Parking the bike, I'm confronted by a fizzing angry bag with ominous undertones of bubbling to be heard. Theres no fucking way I'm opening that bag up with still another 15 km's to go, so I slung what was left over my shoulder, ignored even the thoughts of what was oozing down my leathers and onto the bike, and slipped back into my blissful motorcycling state for the remainder of the ride home![]()
Imagine my astonishment upon opening bag and finding that I'd only lost 1 coke bottle and 4 eggs, sweeet! It turns out one of the bungies had snapped and then the loop through the bag had snapped as well. Lesson learned and I've now got a very nice expanding magnetic tank bag now
Yes, I'm afraid 4 eggs were killed and the remaining 8 were deeply traumatized in the making of this story.![]()
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