Worst/most embarrassing thing on a bike?

**Oscar** · 26th January 2009, 07:49

Late '70's, me dressed in cool dude ATGATT (i.e. flared jeans, belstaff jacket), hops on his RD400D and roars off down the street, not realising kick starter is up trouser leg...

...found out at traffic lights around the corner, when leg seems to be mysteriously paralysed as I fall gracefully to the right...

**Cheshire Cat** · 26th January 2009, 17:35

Originally Posted by Insanity_rules

Me and a bud had just picked up our new bikes (mine a 4 year old RG250 walter wolf and his a brand new GSX 400 impulse) so we thought we'd go to our other mates party on our bikes.

A good time was had by all and we went to leave. We'd both said one beer each when we walked in but I didn't realise he'd had a couple too many and he held himself together well till we went to take off. I pulled a styley little wheely (to impress the girlies) and took off down the street when I looked back my mate wasn't behind me so I doubled back to see what happened.

His bike was on its side revving its banana off and he was lying under it pretty much where we had parked. I stopped got off and walked over to discover he had filled his helmet and jacket with vomit.

When I scooped the barf away from his face and removed his helmet he was laughing... I just felt ill. I put him on the back of my bike to take him home but he kept leaning the wrong way, laughing and threatening to moon cars.

Funny now but not at the time.

Ahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!

too good!

lol

**AD345** · 26th January 2009, 17:42

Originally Posted by Monty69

Worst moment, Losing my licence on my NSR250r doing 208kmh following a mate on his fzr400 behind christchurch airport, my mate got away scott free as his bike was dereg so even though the cop got his plates, still had no idea who he was. Then i had to go to court to get my sentence ($1200 fine and no licence for 9months) which was hugely embarrassing as the judge makes you feel like you're the size of a peanut, a out of control loon on a murderous rampage, and he kept referring to "you boy racers"! That was the worst bit, i do not like to be likened to those tin top bastards tearing up the inner city streets, jst because im young and speeding. Im on two wheels, minding my own buisness, staying as far away from other traffic as possible

. Although i was speeding, i feel in certain places at the right time it can be done in complete saftey

Stopp kidding yourself - you know that 208 kmh is never safe anywhere on a public road - ever.

You did something dumb - you got caught and didn't crash or kill anyone. Take it as a pretty good result and work on doing something different next time maybe?

**Blackshear** · 26th January 2009, 18:15

Asked a young lady in the car next to me for her number, as I thought she was rather purdy lookin'.

When from the drivers seat leans my mates dad.
"Oh hey Chris, haven't seen you in a while. Met my daughter yet?"
'Oh huh, uhm.

No, actually. This never happened.'
But of course it did, and everyone gave me shit.

But boy is she a ripe looking grape on the vine

Nothing worse than not giving it enough throttle at the lights yet, and I hope it stays the worst.

**DarkLord** · 26th January 2009, 20:31

That would be while I was on my way to Tauranga. I had my bag tied on securely to my packrack.....or so I thought. It was about 7:30 at night and I sped up to 140 to pass a truck. Got past him, looked in my rear view mirror and, hello, no backpack. I pull over and the truckie pulls over to tell me he saw my bag come off and get hit by a car.

I walked back down the road about 500 metres or so (in full riding gear) to find what was left of my bag and all of my stuff I was taking down for the weekend all over the road. It must have been quite a sight for all of the oncoming traffic to see a guy in full motorcycle gear picking his shoes and underwear up off the middle of the road in the dark. I managed to salvage most of the stuff but of course I had no bag so I had to stash it in a bush and pick it up on the way back.

**nighthawk** · 26th January 2009, 21:32

For me ,my worst moment was a late night blat on the old 5TA trump sometime in 1972.
The thing always had something in need of repair,throttle cable was alway a bit sticky and the Amal carb was forever blowing the top off due to a dodgy thread.
Was sitting at the lights keeping the rev's up,light goes green and I give it a hand full to get going, bike backfires, top flys off carb, petrol everywhere, inside of my legs in flame and bike rapidly trying to become a BBQ.
Needless to say off the bike in a flash and desperatley trying to put my jeans out, the bike now smoldering contently much to the amusment of all passing.

The same bike got my brother on a few occassions, came home one day to see the garage doors smashed and the bike in a heap,apparently he had tried to crash start it down the drive and it did'nt fire so tried the same back up toward the garage.
The bike fired up and he held the throttle open to give it plenty of rev's, as he pulled in the clutch the bead on the cable came off and the rest is history.

**racerhead** · 26th January 2009, 22:03

My worst moment was.......
I needed petrol for my last bike late one night and decided to quickly run up to the filling station.
Now this all seems pretty simple but I was pretty busy texting somone at the time and my mind was'nt really fully on what I was doing.
But anyway I went out got the bike out of the shed and drove up to the filling station, all was going well up to this point

Now the embarrasing bit.
The girl I was texting was sitting in her friends car who was right beside me also getting fuel. So as my mind started to wander a little on how to look cool and all that shit I decided to put the bike down on its stand while I reached to open the strap on my helmet.
The only problem was I had missed one very important step which was actually putting the stand down.
So what happened in the end was me lying on the ground under my bike looking like a complete tit and the two girls in the car pissing themselves laughing

But this all ended up pretty good because aparently she liked somone who could make her laugh and this one thing made her laugh whenever she thought about it

**sunhuntin** · 27th January 2009, 08:01

Originally Posted by DarkLord

That would be while I was on my way to Tauranga. I had my bag tied on securely to my packrack.....or so I thought. It was about 7:30 at night and I sped up to 140 to pass a truck. Got past him, looked in my rear view mirror and, hello, no backpack. I pull over and the truckie pulls over to tell me he saw my bag come off and get hit by a car.

I walked back down the road about 500 metres or so (in full riding gear) to find what was left of my bag and all of my stuff I was taking down for the weekend all over the road. It must have been quite a sight for all of the oncoming traffic to see a guy in full motorcycle gear picking his shoes and underwear up off the middle of the road in the dark. I managed to salvage most of the stuff but of course I had no bag so I had to stash it in a bush and pick it up on the way back.

i remember someone posted worse than this a while back... someones gruts all over the auckland motorway.

**greminn** · 27th January 2009, 09:40

Def a learner thing todo...

Coming back from a ride with a mate, Tga>Okarori>Ngongotaha>Tga.. him on is Buell 1250 and me on my Honda VTR250. Ive found im a little quicker thru the corners...prob as hes a bit slowish, so pulled up to stop and wait at the pyes pa school.

Front wheel got into the gravel with the front brake on, full lock, over the handle bars, hit the ground, rolled a bit, ended up flat on back. Stood up, dusted off, turned around... about 20 guys with bikes at the other end of the stopping area! - all looking at me.

Must admit, they were pretty good about it, helped me up etc. Even after i blamed it on a flattish tyre...

Im still getting shit about gravel....

Learnt that lesson didnt i.

**normajeane** · 27th January 2009, 09:57

Originally Posted by Starky307

One day after not paying attention to my Mothers instructions on not eating too many sweets made with artificial sweetener I managed to get the belly ache whilst riding my dirt bike around home. I thought if I ignored it, it would go away but when "bottoming" out in a gully I managed to slip some past the keeper and it all ended up in my socks.

Thank god I wasn't far from the house and a hose.

Let me just say, stay away from over eating artificially sweetened items and riding dirt bikes.

And Mothers really do know best.

Great laugh. Pretty shitty eh?

**nudemetalz** · 27th January 2009, 10:37

One of my most embarrassing moments,…..

When I was a young 16 year old lad, my pride and joy was a Suzuki T125. If you have to ask what one of those are, then,..well us old bastards know what they are. Cool machine, I used to give it death everywhere I went.

Anyway, one day, thought I’d go and visit one of my schoolmates.
Ripping down Linwood Ave (in ChCh), see his house so thought I’d be cool and lock up the rear wheel to slide her off the road, across their little driveway across the gutter and onto the footpath.
Anyway, I misjudged my speed a little, hit some unanticipated gravel and got her completely sideways onto the footpath, then hit the fence with an almighty whack, sending me and T125 onto our side.
My mate’s Mum opens the gate looks down the footpath and sees me and bike on our side, then yell’s out “Chris is here” to my mate and returns back inside………I was rather embarrassed alright….

Hmmm,….

**Kinje** · 27th January 2009, 11:30

I had just spent the morning doing the Ride Right Ride Safe course drills. You know the slow speed handling stuff- riding slowly round cones, tight turns, over little bumps.

Anyway we finish the mornings activities and go back to the store for lunch. As I pull out from the park I stall the bike and it ever so slowly topples over with me on top...right after doing slow speed handling training all morning

**old git** · 27th January 2009, 18:33

In the early 80's my mate Phil at deadline dispatch in London.
Found tied up stark naked ...ankles tied to the mirrors laid back on the seat with hands tied to rear pannier / rack , blindfolded with the word CHEAT in lipstick written on his chest. No clothes or keys..... in the wood on a warm friday evening, taken there by the girlfriend with the promise of a bit of naughtyness!!!............Shame she had discovered he had been doing her friend on the side!!!!!.............The best bit was he was found by the local Girl Guides out on a Nature trail...........I had to collect him from the boys in blue who could not see the funny side..........It still makes me laugh now.

**CB ARGH** · 27th January 2009, 18:38

The most embarrassing... well...

Taking off outside cycyespot honda one time... Tried to hoon it a bit, when I changed from first to second I accidently flicked it into neurtal and revved the shit out of it.

It suuuuuuuuukd....