Motorcycle Gumbies

[scumdog]

For me it's the lovely 'safety orange' logging boots keep your feet dry but are a pain when it comes to changing gear.
Wore them a couple of times but the red-band wearers though I was trying to outclass them!!
I've worn the boot-condom deals, they work ok but walking is awkward and they are hard to get off without taking your boots off first.
Now it's just lots of dubbin on my freezing works steel-caps with dubbined-up ex-army leather gaiters - work well with my hi-teck Warehouse leggings with elastic cuffs and waist. (all class & show-off eh??)

[F5 Dave]

I’ve stood up on the pegs (stretching legs after a long ride back from the Cold Kiwi on my RG50 touring bike ) & had some of those overboots ‘roll-over’ the boots & slide off the pegs. Not something I’d like to repeat.

[Big Dog]

I’ve stood up on the pegs (stretching legs after a long ride back from the Cold Kiwi on my RG50 touring bike ) & had some of those overboots ‘roll-over’ the boots & slide off the pegs. Not something I’d like to repeat.

sounds a lot like darwinian selection to me. :confused2

[F5 Dave]

Hey, only the fittest will survive, & you've gotta be fairly hardy to do the Kiwi 6 times on a 50 when there are several other more suitable bikes in the garage.

[Oscar]

Hey, only the fittest will survive, & you've gotta be fairly hardy to do the Kiwi 6 times on a 50 when there are several other more suitable bikes in the garage.

When I think back on some of the dumb stuff I did on motorsiccles over the years, I realize that it's the lucky that survive, not the fittest.

I remember when werkin' in the same building as ACC, they used to dumb all their claims shit out the back, sliced up boots, scratched helmets and the like. One day I discovered a scuffed but intact "moggy man" suit - you know the plastic one piece weather suit wid the racing stripe.

I think "you bewdy, just the thing fer trail riding". Problem is, the plastic kept the water out and the sweat in....phew, meltdown...

So I takes it off, we finish riding and adjourn to the Red Fox for the afternoon. Shortly thereafter I'm hooning down SH2, the suit is tied around my waist by the arms, the legs flapping in the breeze behind me. We arrive at the farm (about 5 miles away) and I stop to open the gate. After everyone goes thru, I close it, and jump on the trusty DT250 and give it the berries to catch up...a sharp pain suddenly blooms in my guts....getting more agonising...as I'm thinking "burst appendix!", I realise I'm being pulled backwards off the bike. The instant my hand is pulled from the throttle, the pain subsides, and I fall to the ground, confused and relieved...

...the goddamn suit had become tangled in the chain and sprocket. I had to remove the wheel to get it out.

[Big Dog]

Hey, only the fittest will survive, & you've gotta be fairly hardy to do the Kiwi 6 times on a 50 when there are several other more suitable bikes in the garage.

Yes but can you still reproduce after slipping off a peg on a chesse cutter?

[Big Dog]

When I think .....

excellent story Oscar.

[husaberg]