Another rider taken too soon

[Brett]

This thread has definitely taken a turn for the better. Better work stories

[Paul in NZ]

I abandoned the chopper life (once the factories started making them the thrill left me) and secured a crusty old 750cc Norton Atlas! After the second rebuild it became a café racer and sported clip-on’s, rear sets, swept back headers, Dunstall Megga’s, a Laverda SFC humpy seat, 12.5 : 1 pistons, a huge cam and carbs so big you could roll a soccer ball through em! I sprayed it all in Mk2 Jaguar maroon with a black panel down the top. Cor! It was a real café racer and a stunner! I was years ahead of my time in the whole Rocker revival thing! Surely the chicks would dig this? (what was I thinking with the single seat ffs)

It was this thought that was bubbling in my mind one day as I strode across the street to the waiting beast. Open faced (matt black naturally) helmet at a jaunty angle, Stadium MkVIII goggles on top, tugging on my skin tight leather gloves, huge boots swinging manfully with white submariner socks tucked over the top and mum’s best white silk scarf showing from my black leather bomber jacket. An asphalt love god if ever there was!

The mighty Norton was standing waiting on the main stand facing down the street and into town! She looked like a 100mph standing still and as I reached her I looked up to see two pretty young things looking hungrily at the bike from the window of the dairy where they worked. Now, quite what effect I was having up until then I will never know but I was sure that blasting off at warp factor 10 in a wall of noise would have them panting for it! Exactly what that meant I was not quite sure other than it was probably a good thing. Though, now looking back, leaving the scene quickly was not exactly going to secure me a date was it?

I caught their eye, winked and nonchalantly threw a steely thigh across the seat of the slinky Norton. Normally this was good thing BUT today there was a rather steep camber on the road and I had mounted from the high side. (oops) I never found my footing on the other side and as I slid off into the gutter pulling the Norton on top of me all I could think was “Oh Bugger!” as I lay in the gutter with 400lb of best british steel on top of me! After a few minutes I painfully weaseled out from under the bike and not needing any confirmation that the not very muted laughter coming from the shop was directed at me I push started the now flooded beast and rode slowly off down the road! Defeated (and deflated) again!

[Shaun Harris]

I abandoned the chopper life (once the factories started making them the thrill left me) and secured a crusty old 750cc Norton Atlas! After the second rebuild it became a café racer and sported clip-on’s, rear sets, swept back headers, Dunstall Megga’s, a Laverda SFC humpy seat, 12.5 : 1 pistons, a huge cam and carbs so big you could roll a soccer ball through em! I sprayed it all in Mk2 Jaguar maroon with a black panel down the top. Cor! It was a real café racer and a stunner! I was years ahead of my time in the whole Rocker revival thing! Surely the chicks would dig this? (what was I thinking with the single seat ffs)

It was this thought that was bubbling in my mind one day as I strode across the street to the waiting beast. Open faced (matt black naturally) helmet at a jaunty angle, Stadium MkVIII goggles on top, tugging on my skin tight leather gloves, huge boots swinging manfully with white submariner socks tucked over the top and mum’s best white silk scarf showing from my black leather bomber jacket. An asphalt love god if ever there was!

The mighty Norton was standing waiting on the main stand facing down the street and into town! She looked like a 100mph standing still and as I reached her I looked up to see two pretty young things looking hungrily at the bike from the window of the dairy where they worked. Now, quite what effect I was having up until then I will never know but I was sure that blasting off at warp factor 10 in a wall of noise would have them panting for it! Exactly what that meant I was not quite sure other than it was probably a good thing. Though, now looking back, leaving the scene quickly was not exactly going to secure me a date was it?

I caught their eye, winked and nonchalantly threw a steely thigh across the seat of the slinky Norton. Normally this was good thing BUT today there was a rather steep camber on the road and I had mounted from the high side. (oops) I never found my footing on the other side and as I slid off into the gutter pulling the Norton on top of me all I could think was “Oh Bugger!” as I lay in the gutter with 400lb of best british steel on top of me! After a few minutes I painfully weaseled out from under the bike and not needing any confirmation that the not very muted laughter coming from the shop was directed at me I push started the now flooded beast and rode slowly off down the road! Defeated (and deflated) again!

Haha Bummer, thanks for sharing that

[Shaun Harris]

Most embarrassing road riding accident I have ever had was 32 years ago in central Auckland at approx 3-30 pm, I was a bike courier then for Road Runner I think it was, and yep, I was a loony. Anyway, coming to the end of peaking out looney riding day, I pulled up at a set or red lights, and simply forgot to put my foot down, lol, over she went Trev. That is the most embarrassing, but there were many more along the way, to taking it to the track instead, I wanted to live lol

[Conquiztador]

At 14 I had yet to get my first decent bike. (Had a Bantam at home but she never wanted to run when I wanted her to). So I was using a 50cc Oegland moped to get to and from school. I had done some modifications the day before and run out of time to get the brakes back together. But I took it slow to school (5Km's away) and all well.

On way home the school bus passed me and a bunch of school mates, and a girl I liked too much, was looking out the backwindow and laughing. I forgot re the non-working brakes and went hunting for the bus. With higher compression, shorter pipe, bigger carbi, ported cylinder and changed gearing I soon had her up to the max 80Km/h (while lying low on the tank) and caught the bus (and the eyes of the young lady)... That was the moment the bus stopped for a roadwork. Without brakes my only option was to lay the screaming moped on to her side and slide under the bus... The handlebars caught on to the bus's rear bumper stopping me from hitting the rear axle.

As the bus took off I was free to stand up and get back on the moped. I refused to look up at the faces in the backwindow of the bus. Next day at school everyone knew about how the bus defeated me. And that girl... I think she decided that she deserved better than an idiot who throws him self under a bus.

Edit: I also had managed to scrape my knee, my hand, elbow and hurt my other hand as the handlebar got caught by the bumper. As a result I was now walking with a limp. Might have been the moment I decided not to try and impress females.