Alcohol, the cause, and answer to all problems

**tri boy** · 23rd May 2014, 19:32

Post your best memory.
Mine was having my XR500 hidden from me, cause I was too smashed to ride down the Kuranda range after a hill climb.
Bars open, so spill muthaf**ka.

**haydes55** · 23rd May 2014, 19:40

Back yard of a friends place down in Christchurch, everyone having a few drinks. They set up a make shift speedway track. Got out their 2 scooter sidecars, a 70cc and a 50cc scooter..... 50cc had pole position for the start, 4 lap races, contact encouraged, no swingers.

The 50cc usually won pole and the 70cc wasn't quite fast enough to get the over takes without fair bit of barging. If you weren't leaning forward as far as possible, the rear wheel would get drive and you would wheelie into the garden (because no one used anything less than full throttle). Good times.

Same house same day, got towed on a mountain bike behind a 70cc mx bike to try clear a table top. Needless to say, I didn't clear it.

**skippa1** · 23rd May 2014, 19:40

Originally Posted by tri boy

Post your best memory.
Mine was having my XR500 hidden from me, cause I was too smashed to ride down the Kuranda range after a hill climb.
Bars open, so spill muthaf**ka.

Went away hunting and a mate got really pissed, he got out of the tent for a piss( large 6 man tent) and whilst he was having a piss we turned his sleeping bag around 180 degrees. He spent about 20 minutes trying to get in the closed foot end. Funny as fuck.

**tri boy** · 23rd May 2014, 19:48

Oh, another springs to mind.
Trying to kickstart a semifriends TT after an afternoon on the piss, losing my balance, and pile driving the handlebar end through the stereo on the ground. (most expensive kickstart ever, cost me 800 aussie in the eighties).

**tri boy** · 23rd May 2014, 20:11

Oh another, losing the fr end on the GS1100 at the turn off from the fordell hotel, down the okoia hill climb after the annual sprints.
(the red Lion bit also, but time for others to spill)
Cmon spyda.....................

**Motu** · 23rd May 2014, 20:48

There was a fight out in the road, so I went out the back of this house to use the shithouse, because we didn't have one at camp. Sitting on the long drop there was a lot of beer to get rid of, and was pissing really hard on the front board, to get that sound y'know.....when I stood up I discovered there was no front board, and I'd been pissing on my jeans.

**tri boy** · 23rd May 2014, 21:10

Originally Posted by Motu

and I'd been pissing on my jeans.

..........................

**tri boy** · 23rd May 2014, 21:16

Are all new riders born to be mild?
I know aunties with more entertaining recalls.
Is the gen y/z/whatever a bunch of pussies or what?
(keep ya drug stories, it ended when acid died out) or not.....

**Motu** · 23rd May 2014, 21:17

Driving my 1957 International AS110 one night, I came up to a corner and the brake pedal went to the floor...pumped it a few times, but there was nothing there. I couldn't make the turn, went down a short bank and ended up in some park...I drove around making a mess of the grass until I could make out the road again, and powered up the bank onto the road again. I pumped the brake pedal again to see if my brakes were ok, and then discovered what was wrong - I'd been pumping the clutch pedal!

**Mental Trousers** · 23rd May 2014, 21:31

Weekend long party. Mates sister went to sleep in the tent. The owner of the tent was leaving so needed it taken down. She wouldn't wake up, kept telling us to fuck off. So we waited a few minutes and took the tent down anyway, leaving her fast asleep in the middle of the lawn. She stayed there for an hour and a half. The photos were hilarious.

**Woodman** · 23rd May 2014, 21:40

Out at a pissup in the backblocks of the Westcoast late one night, and saw my mate was leaving with a load of people in his HQ without me. Ran and jumped up the boot and spread eagled on the roof, but he was too pissed to notice so kept on driving down a long gravel road with me hanging on. I stuck my head in his open drivers window and said "Hello Geoffrey" which scared the shit out of him to such a degree that he drove off the road and into a ditch which made me slide off the roof, crash onto the bonnet and then land in the scrub in front of the car.

Funny thing was that my mate got out and was hurling abuse at me while a couple of girls in the car were freaking out as they thought he had run me down. Took a wee while to calm them down.

Good times.

**Mental Trousers** · 23rd May 2014, 21:43

Different party. We'd sunk quite a few then used the empties to mark out an MX track in the back yard (huge backyard) and pull out the RD50 and do laps. One of them I came around the final corner, lost the back end, pulled the clutch in and ended up riding backwards. Missed the garden, the bbq, made it between the fold up chairs and shot down the gap between the house and fence, all backwards. Fuck knows how I managed it but it was harder getting out of there than it was getting in there.

**tri boy** · 23rd May 2014, 21:43

Only old feckers are replying,
Comon youfth, lets hear hows RTDs make you strong n clever.
Or are you all full of piss n wind.

**Mental Trousers** · 23rd May 2014, 21:53

The night before my 21st we closed up the office at lunch time and got hammered. Young Geoffrey, all 6'4 and 150kgs of him got the munchies (no prizes for guessing why) so he wandered down to the Wendy's, only he didn't quite make it. He stopped outside, looked in at the food and promptly power chucked all down front window of the restaurant, right on dinner time.