My name is Wasp and my last bin was 11 hours ago
Bin before that was 5 months ago
My name is Wasp and my last bin was 11 hours ago
Bin before that was 5 months ago
1990 Suzuki Bandit GSF 250 for sale 39k kms $3,500
The first step is admitting it...although my plan of dragging some people out to show there's some hope in remaining upright is looking like an abject failure...
...either that or its only the bedridden binners who are most actively scouring the threads
"Speak in short, homely words of common usage"
For some reason my computer won't let me give rep at the moment! But bling for that!
My second and last bin was 1976. Just taking off from Cook St. lights in the wet and a Cortina approaching down Pitt St seemed to be going too quick to stop, so with both feet still near the ground I grabbed the front brake and promptly dropped the T500 as the front wheel slid sideways! Was very embarrassed and glad of the helmet visor concealing my red face!
You don't get to be an old dog without learning a few tricks.
Shorai Powersports batteries are very trick!
My name is McJim and I'm a binaholic.
It has been 2 and a half months since my last bin. Binned on an OP bike (other persons) while test riding it after repairing it from the owner's bin the day before.
Found out the reason they binned was a shit front tyre that let go in the damp. Told them so and got a sticky expensive tyre put on their front wheel.
The other person in question is my wife.
In space, no one can smell your fart.
My last bin was in 1973 at Levels Raceway (Timaru). Managed to keep things upright since then, although nearly dropped the 'Wing within 24 hours of buying it![]()
Keep the shiny side upright, Rhino.
Yep! I'd just got the visor after using goggles and a leather face mask for a couple years...! LOL!!!
And I attribute my longevity to having to sell the bike to get married in '77, then doing the raising 3 kids bit. Got back into biking in '03 after not really having much riding apart from a brief fling with a XS750 Special Yamah in '97, and I ride like a Nanna! I do confess to getting my toes scraping on the GSX-F,(feet back in the pegs!), even with the Missus on back, but of course can't do that on the C50T!
I also ride like I'm invisible and the Defensive Driving course I took in '73 has stood me in good stead over the years. I've avoided many accidents by driving/riding with that aim in mind.
You don't get to be an old dog without learning a few tricks.
Shorai Powersports batteries are very trick!
...bike still locked in garage. aint going nowhere. humpf.
"Speed has never killed anyone. Suddenly becoming stationary - that's what gets you."
Jeremy Clarkson.
Kawasaki 200mph Club
In the early years, as much commuting as cruising, as I only had a bike, my first a B31 350 BSA then the T500. I was a bit faster back then, you know, the teenage testosterone thing! Had the tyres of the T500 worn right to the edges all the time and the rev counter lived in the peak power zone, but there was always that little voice in the back of my mind that kept me from being too reckless as some of my mates were. I'd back off if I thought they were being dangerous and I didn't really care if they beat me.
A friend died in the back end of a tractor as he came around a corner 30 years ago - there's been many a time I've rounded a bend and been grateful I wasn't going 10-20k faster...!
Even so, I know there have been instances where it was pure luck I didn't have an accident, something I've no doubt would be confirmed by many riders.
You don't get to be an old dog without learning a few tricks.
Shorai Powersports batteries are very trick!
I spose by posting this here I'm tempting fate but;
Riding dirt bikes most my teenage life I would push it too hard and fall off weekly.
On the road I binned it a couple of times a year up until I was about 20, but not in the following 20 years (10 of those without a bike, that helps).
A combination of bikes being better and affording a better bike, better roads, and a whole lot of me calming down.
Worst off I've had; I had my scalf around my neck and blowing out behind me on my choppa (thought it looked cool)- got caught in the back wheel and I was dragged off the back and along the road, had a 1 inch grove ripped into my neck, 26 stitches in one knee, a few in the other knee, in my side and took all the skin off my forearm.
It happened right outside the legendary bike rider Ginger Malloys house - back of Huntly, wow how embarrassing.![]()
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