CRAZIES ONLY! No do-gooders here, you're banned from this post!

[Hitcher]

Nun sex monk rock!

I'd heard that too.

[Laava]

Gabba gabba hey!

[scissorhands]

Piha Road at night, just you, the road and trees/banks...Citroen AX GT, Datsun1600, Peugeot 205, ready and waiting to claim another *dangerous*

[Banditbandit]

For Katman to have a heart attack over ... and in the spirit of this thread ... and this is a true story ...

Some time last century (when I was young and crazy - around 1976) I was working in a small sawmill in one of the northern suburbs of Christchurch and living in the centre city, I left work one Friday afternoon around 4.30pm on my Triumph Thunderbird (the old 650 parallel twin for you kiddies). There was a 30mph zone, then a limited speed zone (remember those?) and back into a 30mph zone on the way home. I can't rememebr the roads - possibly Marshlands Road was it?

I got behind a Vanguard doing 20mph in the 30mph Zone, and which didn't speed up at the limited speed zone. I flicked the Trumpy sideways and opened the throttle. I held the throttle wide open, sitting on the white line - cars in both directions - all the way down the LSZ then through the Edgeware Village. As I went throught the traffic lights there (which fortunately were green) I glanced down at the speedo - 105mph ... (On the speedo - not claiming that was accurate, but would be around 100mph)

I cut the bike back to 40mph then glanced in the rearview to see a white Holden Belmont trying to come through the traffic - headlights flashing (no sirens or flashing lights on this mufti) and a cop laughing his head off.

I pulled over and the cop comes over and tells me he was doing 120 klicks trying to catch me, but I was pulling away from him. I ask him what this is in mph (my speedo was mph and kph had only just been introduced) He reckoned around 80-85mph .. I figure there's no point lying so I tell him I was going a tad faster than that. He says "you were going a fuck of a lot faster than that!" He askes why I slowed down and if I knew he was behind me - hell no, I said. If I had known he was there I would have never slowed down - I just figured it was getting as bit unsafe.

The cop tells me he couldn't get a proper speed reading on me (pre-radar days) so he's not going to give me a ticket ... he just doesn't want the car drivers to think I was getting away with it ... I nearly fell off the bike in shock - I was expecting to lose my licence at least.

As the cop starts his Belmont, it makes the most gawd-awful noise and engine can make, dumps oil all over the road, and erupts in clouds of blue smoke. The cop turns it off, leans out the window and says "If I've blown the car up trying to catch you I'll send you the bill".

Needless to say, I kicked the T-bird to life and disappeared at a legal speed ... whew ...

Yeah .. I know .. lucky to be alive .. some of my mates are not ...

[Rogue Rider]

For Katman to have a heart attack over ... and in the spirit of this thread ... and this is a true story ...

Some time last century (when I was young and crazy - around 1976) I was working in a small sawmill in one of the northern suburbs of Christchurch and living in the centre city, I left work one Friday afternoon around 4.30pm on my Triumph Thunderbird (the old 650 parallel twin for you kiddies). There was a 30mph zone, then a limited speed zone (remember those?) and back into a 30mph zone on the way home. I can't rememebr the roads - possibly Marshlands Road was it?

I got behind a Vanguard doing 20mph in the 30mph Zone, and which didn't speed up at the limited speed zone. I flicked the Trumpy sideways and opened the throttle. I held the throttle wide open, sitting on the white line - cars in both directions - all the way down the LSZ then through the Edgeware Village. As I went throught the traffic lights there (which fortunately were green) I glanced down at the speedo - 105mph ... (On the speedo - not claiming that was accurate, but would be around 100mph)

I cut the bike back to 40mph then glanced in the rearview to see a white Holden Belmont trying to come through the traffic - headlights flashing (no sirens or flashing lights on this mufti) and a cop laughing his head off.

I pulled over and the cop comes over and tells me he was doing 120 klicks trying to catch me, but I was pulling away from him. I ask him what this is in mph (my speedo was mph and kph had only just been introduced) He reckoned around 80-85mph .. I figure there's no point lying so I tell him I was going a tad faster than that. He says "you were going a fuck of a lot faster than that!" He askes why I slowed down and if I knew he was behind me - hell no, I said. If I had known he was there I would have never slowed down - I just figured it was getting as bit unsafe.

The cop tells me he couldn't get a proper speed reading on me (pre-radar days) so he's not going to give me a ticket ... he just doesn't want the car drivers to think I was getting away with it ... I nearly fell off the bike in shock - I was expecting to lose my licence at least.

As the cop starts his Belmont, it makes the most gawd-awful noise and engine can make, dumps oil all over the road, and erupts in clouds of blue smoke. The cop turns it off, leans out the window and says "If I've blown the car up trying to catch you I'll send you the bill".

Needless to say, I kicked the T-bird to life and disappeared at a legal speed ... whew ...

Yeah .. I know .. lucky to be alive .. some of my mates are not ...

Love this, Blow it up lol......

[scissorhands]

very naughty young man

[Banditbandit]

Don't try that at home - or where Katman can see you ...

[The Pastor]

Hey man this is a great idea for a thread... fuck the kill joys and do gooders, let us share stories of stupidity, rebellion, thrills, spills and excitement!

First one to come to my mind- Christmas Eve. It was a shitty 88 GL145, I put some new brake pads onto this caliper and refitted it. It was raining but went for a ride, noticed it was taking some decent power to get it going and there was a lot of resistance. Had to apply a lot of power to keep it moving. Decided to turn back... as I was going around one corner at about 60 the front end just swept away instantly and both machine and I hurtled along slick wet road into a car, it was a new model. Very luckily I just missed the car and what's more is that it was only the bikes brake lever that struck the car's tyre and punctured it. No body damage to it! So I got up and went to find the owner, gave him 150 bucks for a new tyre and wished him Merry Christmas! Bike was totally fucked and bent up but rode it back. Can't believe i had failed to realise the effect of the seized brake!

one careful lady owner eh

[Banditbandit]

Some time this century I was heading towards Taranaki. Around Halcombe the BMW's alternator started playing up, and in Whanganui the bike wouldn't start on the starter because the battery is a bit flat and I needed a push. Heading towards Patea a cop came round the corner towards me - and I glanced down - 120 klicks. The cop U-turned and followed me for about 10 ks. I figured he wasn't going to stop me, and if I made Patea he would probably stop there.

Finally he pulled me over. I got a ticket for exceeding 100ks - he didn't say by how much and I think it cost me $120.

I told hthe cop the bike might not start again. He offered to push start me . Now this is a very heavy 1990 Paris Dakar, fully loaded. It took three people pushing in Whanganui to get it going. The cop gets behind the bike and starts to push. I flick the kill switch to "off" and the cop is pushing like mad, working hard .. but the bike won't start. I "try" several times - releasing the clutch and turning the engine over for no result.

Finally, we get to the top of a hill. I tell the cop I'll run it down the hill and the extra speed will start it. I pull in the clutch, run down the hill, flick the kill switch to on, drop the clutch and the bike lights up .. I'm gone !

(The bike got a new alternator ...!)

[Bald Eagle]

Love it ,