Couple of years ago when I had the K100 - it was a very wet, windy morning (unusual for Wellington), had ridden to work and pulled into motorcyle parking area. Got off the bike ok, went to put it on the centre stand, foot slipped totally, being a heavy bike, it started toppling over - I figured it was best to let go rather than totally humiliate myself, I just thank God there were no other bikes on that side - the domino effect would have been quite expensive! There were a few people at the crossing, and one guy on my side - who just stared blankly as I'm trying to haul the bike up - never could lift that damned thing even in sheer anger! In the end I turned to him (mind is saying fn retard - well forget what I'd just done) and said "Could you please help me?" Chivilry is dead!!
I seemed to be doomed with that bike - dropping it at a standstill.
Only had the thing for 2.5 hours - and got a massive speeding ticket. Bought it in Hamilton and rode to Napier (never done the road before - and in the dark - now that one is a long story). This is in July - freezing cold. Got to Napier, found a motel, I remember I had to turn, and there was also a small gully - concrete dip thing - and my right foot didn't touch the ground - boof!! I hit the deck, bike on top of me. I would like to add at this point that I was actually suffering from hypothermia and exhaustion - hindsight is a wonderful thing. But I didn't do it once that night - I'm blonde enough to say - that motel was booked out and I had to find another. I can't read maps, have no sense of direction, tired, cold, don't know where the hell I am (nothing unusual some wd say), and as I left the place, bugger me if the bloody dip from the driveway to the road didn't get me. By this stage it was FK IT used the cellph and said to a friend "Come and get me". The bike had left the shop in pristine condition - 4-5 hours later, scratched to buggery.
It doesn't end there tho - a week later from the above incident. I was up Jville way, and doing a Ueee on a slight hill, busy road (but I didn't know that at the time) I'd taken the wrong road, it was dark, I was half walking the bike around - cos the previous incidents had made me nervous - it seemed to topple very easily but only on the right hand side. Yep I dumped it again - it just toppled. Had a full tank of gas, but I was rather pinned down this time - however isn't it amazing how fast one can move when headlights are coming towards you. To this day, I don't know how that car missed me. Now here the brain started thinking - I'm not that much of a useless rider - there has got to be something wrong with this bike. (Hey I was ready to get rid of it!!) I am pleased to report there was. The steering lock thingy had to be adjusted and handlebars heightened - different bike after that and never dumped it again!
Bookmarks