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Post by oldbeemer on Jul 10, 2008 10:06:51 GMT -5
A 1956 triumph thunderbird springs to mind :-) ;D .
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Post by mgorman on Jul 10, 2008 13:51:38 GMT -5
Sorry - mistake. That should have been "clutch and gear lever" - not "brake lever". What kind of a bike would that be? Suicide shift...
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Post by roadrunner on Jul 10, 2008 17:34:33 GMT -5
A dear friend of mine (now deceased) was a retired police officer who made a few extra bucks leading funerals. He was on an old Moto Guzzi dressed in his uniform and was ready to pull out of the funeral home. He approached the street and stopped --- only to realize his feet were over the gutter and out of his reach. He could not reach the ground and the bike just fell over on its side. Quite embarrasing when in front of a large procession.
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Post by amtrak on Jul 10, 2008 20:36:04 GMT -5
Admitting to dropping your bike....... ;D Never!!!! well OK........ First date with girl,she has a '70 Honda 750 and I am on my 1100 Yamaha, we end up at Miami Whitewater Park,local here in the Cincinnati area,we are backing into our stalls and bang she hits my fairing with her luggage rack...we both go down......I am worried about my bike,she kinda became second but got minor burns on her leg from the exhaust...I WAS not a happy camper but we later got married..........
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Post by oldbeemer on Jul 10, 2008 22:24:49 GMT -5
Must be something about Yamahas the first real motorcycle I dropped was my dads Yamaha, I was making a U turn, realized I was not in low gear,went to shift down and hit the rear brake instead. My old triumph was the opposite ,shift on the right and rear brake on the left. The girl I dumped with the bike married me anyway, probably thought I needed a keeper:-) .
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Post by x90rider on Jul 13, 2008 6:31:28 GMT -5
It was the summer of 2006. I was in Johnstown, PA, for the mini bike reunion after I had just spent a week at Laconia for Bike Week. The Ultra was loaded heavy and I had the X-90 on the trailer behind me. I was heading to the reunion and wanted a cup of coffee. I pulled into the gas station and when I put my feet down I did not see the the low spot in the concrete on my right side and down I went. Some young guys that were getting gas rushed over and helped me get the bike upright. I checked it out and there was no damage to the bike and the swivel hitch protected the hitch and the trailer tongue from any damage. Now I was a little shook up but I headed in for my coffee. I picked a cup size that I figured would fit in the windshield pouch. I paid my tab and headed out the door. The cup of extremely hot coffee fit OK in the pouch but it was not great. I figured it would be fine for the 3 mile ride. I left the gas station and headed down the street. About 3 blocks from the gas station was a blacktop heave in the road across both lanes. I hit the bump at about 30mph and my coffee cup became airborne and landed in my lap. The lid came off of the cup and I could not stand up on the foot boards fast enough. I had coffee all over me and to add insult to injury, when I sat back down, the seat had a puddle of coffee on it. I stood back up to get some air and cool my crotch down. Luckily I spotted a car wash down the street. I pulled in and proceeded to clean up the bike. Once that was finished I had to hide out back in the bushes and change everything that I was wearing except for my boots and socks. I think that dropping the bike was a minor incident compared to the coffee. ;D
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Post by Jennifer on Jul 14, 2008 9:09:37 GMT -5
I've never dropped my bike (yet) on the road... but, I did drop our old VStar 650 when I was learning to ride it. I was in a parking lot practicing turning from a stop and got too close to the building and dropped it.
Now, I wasn't really that close to the building, but, at the time it sure seemed like I was! To this day I can't really say what happened but I think I just laid it down on purpose...
Hubby and my sister rushed over, I was laughing at myself, and hubby picked the bike right up. I rode around the parking lot a few more times (getting back on the horse), then I didn't ride the thing again until after my class... guess I scared the poo outta me!
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Post by bllyhen on Jul 14, 2008 9:50:46 GMT -5
On reading about the misery of the police officer above reminds me of the unconfirmed story about a police officer in Belfast, Northern Ireland some 20 years ago. Two Traffic officers were riding their BMW R800 RT's along Great Victoria Street and had to stop at the pedestrian crossing used by travellers emerging from the main rail station and the Europa Hotel (graced by visiting US Presidents - most recently Bill Clinton). You can visualise the high number of pedestrians. As the crossing cleared both riders nudged into 1st gear and drove off. Well one did and the other didn't. The one who didn't went down - how gracefully I can't say but the story goes that his engine had cut out but being close beside the other BMW didn't realise this. Apparently the cheers from the spectators could be heard in foreign countries. A handful of volunteers helped raise the smitten article (and the BMW) and he continued on his way - his face as bright red as his brake light. I heard this from a beat officer who saw the whole thing but he didn't express any sympathy for his fellow officer. Traffic officers had a largely unjustifiable reputation for officiousness at that time and the beat officer disliked motorcyclists for whatever reason.
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