Cruising in the city for a work interview I take left from Quay St and enter Beach Rd which intersects with Custom Street. Traffic was heavy so had to filter my way through the first set of lights on Anzac Ave and Custom Street. Get across the lights however the cars behind couldn't do much, as there were two big massive buses with their backs sticking out and piling out in both lanes.
Couldn't really filter as there weren't any gaps between the two buses so then come along a dude in a silver R6, scootered right next to me and looked at me and I yapped 'nah bro, the gaps too small aye'.
Lights turn green and the buses proceed and the gap emerges, we both jet off however couldn't catch up to lights before hitting red. So waiting again, at the lights by on Custom Street by Fort lane/Briomart Place. Had a bit of a yarn with him about how gay it is to be stuck in a car in the sort of traffic, he nods in acknowledgement and let us a 'fuck yeah'. Then I tell him I am gunna be selling off my big CBR and getting a dual-purpose to cruise around the city but he couldn't make out what I was saying, traffic noise aye, just as well.
Light goes green we both jet off and filter through the next set of lights passing through Gore Street, then he jets off passing showgirls while I stopped just before the lights turned red at Commerce St. Next thing I notice is the fella with the R6 going under, slid straight off him, on the leftest lane, fucken shocked, jump off my bike without even switching it off and left my indicator indicating left and ran to the fucker.
Fucken embarrassment for sure, first thing I hear is a nice moan from the dude, and mentioning something his fucken shoulder hurts. Good thing the pedestrian lights just turned green, everybody just watched apart from the short chubby dude who rushed there even before me to help him up. Got his bike up, ran back to my bike pushed it up the pavement as the interview was just place in the Citibank building on Commerce St, took my shit off and ask him 'wtf happened?". I knew he fucked somewhere and lost the rear, and he said he braked too hard when he went over the slippery (just started raining then) manhole. Well, just as well. Had squizz on his bike, and mainly just scratches on the right hand side as he fell, asked him if he was ok, he looked majorly gutted but everything was all good, after good pat on the back I told him I got a interview, so I had go and off I went.
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Originally Posted by Paul in NZ
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There is no such thing as bad weather; only inappropriate clothing! 
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