I was reading this thread and laughing my head off (thanks Finn!), all the while thinking I wished I had something good to add to it and then I remembered I did have an embarrassing experience that my husband keeps reminding me of!
It was November 1999 and the first WIMA rally I'd been to, held at Pohangina Valley. I rode there on my RG150 with another woman from WIMA and settled into our cabin. There were four of us from WIMA Wellington and some lesbian we'd never seen before. That night I was sitting by the fire relaxing when a few of the guys from the Central Districts Motorcycle Club started playing soccer with an empty plastic Coke bottle in the main hall. Suddenly the bottle flew past my ear, so I picked it up and threw it back at them with the comment "if that hits me, you're fucking dead". They all laughed so I ignored them!
The following night after the meal we were all dancing and having a good time. I had drunk some of a disgusting bottle of wine I'd bought in Ashhurst, then some whiskey (Irish), followed by some whisky (Scots), some peach schnappes and then beer. Not a good mix, although I didn't chuck! My cousin was sitting by the fire, having her shoulders massaged by one of the guys who'd been playing soccer the night before. She said I could take her place if I wanted, much to the disappointment of the guy - she was about 23, blonde and cute, I was blonde, but not 23, and the cute is debatable! To his credit, he massaged my shoulders and we got talking. Turned out we had a lot in common and we ended up going back to my cabin many hours later - where my cousin and her mate had already turned in with a guy each!
The following morning he went back to his cabin and we had to face the wrath of the lesbian, who was NOT impressed to find three guys in the cabin! I go to have a shower and apparently pass this guy as he was walking back to the camp. Apparently he said good morning - I honestly don't even remember seeing him, I was feeling a little crook! He thought to himself "well, that was short lived!" and went to get breakfast.
I turned up, looked around for his mates (one is quite distinctive so I spotted him easily) then had to try and figure out which one he was! How bad is that? Luckily he decided to give me a second chance and handed me his phone number - not that I got a chance to use it because he rang me that night on my mobile. It was only a month or so later that he asked if I had a landline - I thought he had free minutes and was calling from his mobile but he was calling from his home phone and it was costing him a fortune!
That guy is now my husband -and he still gives me a hard time for snubbing him that morning!
Said husband just told me that story was now HIS most embarrassing moment! He also reminded me that I fell over when learning to ride my RG150 on Christmas Day in 1998. It was at the traffic lights at the intersection of Whites Line East and Cambridge Terrace in Lower Hutt and I was trying to get it into neutral and forgot to put a foot down... Was helped up by a guy wearing a Santa hat! I was so embarrassed I kept my tinted visor down!
Yes, I am pedantic about spelling and grammar so get used to it!
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