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30-40kph highside in front of a cop, at the front of a cycle race, and then the entire race convoy went past... (about 100 cyclists and 0.5-1km of support vehicles). Oh, and traction control was fully enabled on the BMW at the time.
I've also done the servo drop. Came into gas station at the front of a group of bikes... pulled up to a pump. Put foot down... nope, put foot out to side, WTF, oh shit, down I go.Would have preferred for the ground to swallow me up...
Oh, I've also failed to u-turn in the driveway doing about 5kph (full lock) and dropped it. So disgusted with myself I left it there while I stomped inside and took my gear off...
Originally Posted by Jane Omorogbe from UK MSN on the KTM990SM
Nail your colours to the mast that all may look upon them and know who you are.
It takes a big man to cry...and an even bigger man to laugh at that man.
After the AJS my second bike was a ’55 Speed Twin which seemed like a high speed buzz box. Finished in the best spray can black paint that my milk round money could buy it was a teenage dream machine. Heck, on a wet night and under a sodium street lamp and from the other side of the street some of the chrome even sparkled!! (for a given value of sparkle) At last, with the right sound and a dose of brave pills I could (if I had remembered to recharge the battery) hold my head up in town on a Friday night.
One memorable night I had a lesser being on the pillion (Ariel Colt owner) and we were sitting on a side street awaiting a chance to turn right into Columbo Street. (the main drag in Christchurch).
Suddenly a gap appeared and as the last car in the line moved past, we popped the clutch, pulled across the street, leaned (far more than required) to the right and opened the throttle. The sweet sound of a Triumph twin accelerating hard in a lower gear ripped through the thrum of the traffic and naturally we glanced into the shop window to check that we looked suitably menacing hunched over the little beastie.
However in the shop window there was something else to look at as well as the 2 vinyl clad cowboys. There, scant yards (it was pre metric) in front, the faint glow of a Morris Minors brake light. Oh OH!! Our heads snapped front and centre and sure enough the last car in the line had spotted a potential carpark and had thrown out the anchor. We were well lent over and had the throttle pinned in 1st. Oh deary me!!
Now, pre unit (1950’s) SLS half hub Triumph brakes are not known for provoking stoppies or shredding tread from tyres but with little else in the way of options I hit the brakes, hit the Morris and hit the pavement all about the same time. Oh GREAT! Friday night, late night shopping, 2 fragile teen egos laying under a bike while someone’s grey haired old granny comes back to ask. “Sorry deary, Are you boys alright or should I call an ambulance?” (sigh)
We were fine, she was fine, the car was fine and the bike was not damaged (some of the scratched and dented bits were a little more scratched and dented but what the heck) so we wiggled out from under the Speedtwin and slunk off into the night to the sniggers of the bystanders we had been so sure of impressing a moment before. Battered bruised and humiliated. Bugger!
As a 15 year old school boy, I arranged to meet up with my girlfriend and her friends outside MaxiMart in ChCh (back in 1985).
Soooo,..ripping up full speed on the XL100S (well, about 40 km/h) in the carpark, lock the rear brake up to do an awesome slide up to her....and...highside it right in front of her.
Pick myself up and the bike also. Straighten the bars and decide to vacate the scene promptly due to extreme embarrassment and the girls laughing at me.
So, decide to get some dignity back and pull a mono on my exit. So 9000rpm, drop the clutch, front end goes up,...all good and then down comes the wheel and down I go again onto the carpark pavement not more than 20m away from them....errr...I left the sidestand down !!!
Decide enough is enough and my school uniform is start to look shredded so off I go home slowly.
"...you meet the weirdest people riding a Guzzi !!..."
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