Unusual things I have
Discussion
darkyoung1000 said:
Does taking a ZZR1100 round Cadwell Park count? My first time at the track, a totally unsuitable bike that belonged to someone else.
A ZZR1100 isn't unsuitable. A CD200-T Benly is unsuitable.
For those that thankfully have blanked this from their memory, this is what one looks like.
All 16hp of throbbing power with little to no brakes and amazingly I wasn't the slowest!
Putting the cruise control on, sticking my feet out front and hands high in the air in imitation of a queue of po-faced ape-hangered chopper riders going the other way, all of whom failed to acknowledge either nods or waves...
Giving other bikers the Black Power salute whenever riding in Germany...
Also sitting on the pillion seat with the cruise on at 80 and pretending to read a paper, or hunched over as though holding on to the rider
Giving other bikers the Black Power salute whenever riding in Germany...
Also sitting on the pillion seat with the cruise on at 80 and pretending to read a paper, or hunched over as though holding on to the rider
gwm said:
bogie said:
Rode pillion on a mates GSXR750 for 16 miles on New Years eve dressed as a gorilla, carrying a plastic scythe as he was the grim reaper
Hope there's a pic!...wish I had some.. it was New Year 1990, I didn't even own a camera until the late 90s....it didn't seem that crazy at the time as 30% of us at the party went on 2 wheels...we just didn't have cars and we all staying over
Rubin215 said:
Thrown a dead rabbit through an open car window.
How did you come to have a dead rabbit exactly...?Showing my age a bit here, rode a Yamaha DT50 through the Crawley branch of Woolworths (it has doors front and back which my mates held open for me).
Taken a Yamaha XS250 green laning, and for those who don't know an XS looks like this;
Final thing that comes to mind is falling off an Aprilia 350 field bike in mud and in the process of extracting myself and the bike I lost my wedding ring, in a panic I returned to the scene and found a perfect hand shape print from when I first came off along with the ring sticking out of the mud. Had the lottery existed back them I would have bought a ticket because I have never been that lucky since
Taken a Yamaha XS250 green laning, and for those who don't know an XS looks like this;
Final thing that comes to mind is falling off an Aprilia 350 field bike in mud and in the process of extracting myself and the bike I lost my wedding ring, in a panic I returned to the scene and found a perfect hand shape print from when I first came off along with the ring sticking out of the mud. Had the lottery existed back them I would have bought a ticket because I have never been that lucky since
pozi said:
Final thing that comes to mind is falling off an Aprilia 350 field bike in mud and in the process of extracting myself and the bike I lost my wedding ring, in a panic I returned to the scene and found a perfect hand shape print from when I first came off along with the ring sticking out of the mud. Had the lottery existed back them I would have bought a ticket because I have never been that lucky since
On a similar(ish) note, when I was a kid we went on a bike run in the old sidecar outfit. We couldn't put anything in the boot of the sidecar as the key had been lost which was a pain. We were stopped in the forest near the North Norfolk coast where the lunch picnic thing was for this run. The old man was moaning to someone about it when he looked down and saw, pressed into the mud the sidecar key. He'd parked in the same spot as the previous year it seemed, and the key must've dropped out and laid there a year. rich_b said:
pozi said:
Showing my age a bit here, rode a Yamaha DT50 through the Crawley branch of Woolworths (it has doors front and back which my mates held open for me).
Which way did you go through? I assume Queens square outwards for a quick getaway Looking back it was pretty reckless but the stupid things we did at 16 when we thought we were invulnerable.....
Only started biking properly as an adult when I had become sensible. Was a bit of a scallywag as a youngster. Remember being at a party and my friends and I had run out of cigarettes. No problem as borrowed someone's scooter to ride to the pub before closing to get some out of the machines. Except it wasn't my scooter. I didn't have a licence. Nor a helmet. And I had been at a party for hours. Not the cleverest thing I've done. Fortunately survived. To be honest I'm not sure how I made it to adulthood as frequently rode back home from my friend's house (on my bicycle) after we had been out all evening. Think I spent equal time on the right hand side of the road as on the left on some journeys home but never crashed nor got stopped by the police. The stupidity of youth....
srob said:
On a similar(ish) note, when I was a kid we went on a bike run in the old sidecar outfit. We couldn't put anything in the boot of the sidecar as the key had been lost which was a pain. We were stopped in the forest near the North Norfolk coast where the lunch picnic thing was for this run. The old man was moaning to someone about it when he looked down and saw, pressed into the mud the sidecar key. He'd parked in the same spot as the previous year it seemed, and the key must've dropped out and laid there a year.
That's incredible! Wow.
Esceptico said:
The stupidity of youth....
A friend of mine 
used to have two Suzuki 250s (one a sports and one a custom) and would swap one valid tax disc and number plate between them according to whichever was the most serviceable or had enough fuel in the tank.Allegedly, the same friend used to scan and Photoshop tax discs... even to the extent of cutting out the 'perforations' with a craft knife to make it more believable.
My first bike was an NC 30 which I parked up outside the bike shop to go show off and it was on a slope so stand wasn't down correctly and it fell over onto my feet on the curb trapping them. I tried to lift it up from a standing position while two girls stood laughing at me. never took my helmet off and eventually just rode off
Went to Ron Haslem school and rode into the car park with a bunch of bikers watching me with my brand spanking RSVR and didn't put the stand down correctly it fell forward and I desperately tried to stop it falling on my foot ( see above) and heaved it back up right. felt a right tit
Locked the back brake on my Superduke in a downpour and laid bike down on an empty side road. trapped under the bike desperately trying not to scratch the bike using my leg as protection bike still running and back wheel spinning. Guy pulls up and asks if I need a hand... cue 20 cars pulling up and gawping at this guy trying to pull it off me. Lucky I had a black visor on and he asked if I was ok when upright. I said yep, cheers, started bike and rode off feeling a tit
Bought a double bubble screen for my fireblade for a steal at Newark BMF then realised I had no way of getting it home apart from shoving it into leathers. A very uncomfortable ride up the A1
Went to Ron Haslem school and rode into the car park with a bunch of bikers watching me with my brand spanking RSVR and didn't put the stand down correctly it fell forward and I desperately tried to stop it falling on my foot ( see above) and heaved it back up right. felt a right tit
Locked the back brake on my Superduke in a downpour and laid bike down on an empty side road. trapped under the bike desperately trying not to scratch the bike using my leg as protection bike still running and back wheel spinning. Guy pulls up and asks if I need a hand... cue 20 cars pulling up and gawping at this guy trying to pull it off me. Lucky I had a black visor on and he asked if I was ok when upright. I said yep, cheers, started bike and rode off feeling a tit
Bought a double bubble screen for my fireblade for a steal at Newark BMF then realised I had no way of getting it home apart from shoving it into leathers. A very uncomfortable ride up the A1
Gone skiing up to Cairngorm in my yoof with all the gear on the bike.
It would have to have been in the winter of '77 or '78. I had bought a Kawasaki Z900 new in 1976 (student grants were generous in those days). I was in the University ski team and also had a licence for the University mini-bus so I was normally the driver, so me and the lads (and lassies) would drive up Friday night and come back Sunday night. For reasons that I can't recall now, one weekend we couldn't get hold of the bus so we had to make our own ways up by whatever means. Some folks managed to get lifts, or beg or borrow cars...but I had a bike
So I planned to head-up on Saturday morning. I strapped the tails of the skis to the engine bars on the right, and the tips were taped under the right rear indicators, with poles alongside. My right knee stuck way out in the breeze (Harley style
) to clear the skis. Boots in a bag on the passenger seat, 'overnight stuff' in a rucksack and me wearing the ski-gear (which was better than my bike gear at the time). I remember the trip well as it was before the 'new' A9 and it was a beautiful morning up what was then a stunning twisty road with no traffic. One of the best trips north scenery-wise I've ever taken as the sun was just rising and starting to light-up the snow on the mountain tops as I headed north.
Once up to Lock Morlich though I hit the end of a queue of stationary traffic, so I filtered up the outside to the front and it was the snow-gates still closed. The copper at the gates didn't have a problem with me taking the bike up as soon as the gates opened (I doubt they'd allow it these days...hell they don't allow cars up these days if there's a dusting of snow!). Anyway, road eventually opens and I got flagged through. Although ploughed, in reality the road was hard-packed snow, and I did think if I ever stop I'm never going to get moving again, so a slow run to the top...but on that day the first punter in the Corrie Cas car park was on a Z900 With skis. I locked the rucksack to the bike, but I can't really recall if it was a good days skiing or not...only the bike trip stands out.
But I also remember at the end of the day I just could not get the bike to pull away. The car park was hard packed snow that had iced over, and no matter how gentle I tried to be on the clutch the back wheel just turned and I went no-where. And on the Kawasaki there was a lock-out so you could only engage 1st from neutral. In the end I had to get some folks to give the bike a push (and a couple of them went A over T on the ice) up to walking pace and then I could get the clutch out and get moving. Took it very gingerly down the hill again, but no mishaps.
Cool story bro etc...
It would have to have been in the winter of '77 or '78. I had bought a Kawasaki Z900 new in 1976 (student grants were generous in those days). I was in the University ski team and also had a licence for the University mini-bus so I was normally the driver, so me and the lads (and lassies) would drive up Friday night and come back Sunday night. For reasons that I can't recall now, one weekend we couldn't get hold of the bus so we had to make our own ways up by whatever means. Some folks managed to get lifts, or beg or borrow cars...but I had a bike
So I planned to head-up on Saturday morning. I strapped the tails of the skis to the engine bars on the right, and the tips were taped under the right rear indicators, with poles alongside. My right knee stuck way out in the breeze (Harley style
) to clear the skis. Boots in a bag on the passenger seat, 'overnight stuff' in a rucksack and me wearing the ski-gear (which was better than my bike gear at the time). I remember the trip well as it was before the 'new' A9 and it was a beautiful morning up what was then a stunning twisty road with no traffic. One of the best trips north scenery-wise I've ever taken as the sun was just rising and starting to light-up the snow on the mountain tops as I headed north.Once up to Lock Morlich though I hit the end of a queue of stationary traffic, so I filtered up the outside to the front and it was the snow-gates still closed. The copper at the gates didn't have a problem with me taking the bike up as soon as the gates opened (I doubt they'd allow it these days...hell they don't allow cars up these days if there's a dusting of snow!). Anyway, road eventually opens and I got flagged through. Although ploughed, in reality the road was hard-packed snow, and I did think if I ever stop I'm never going to get moving again, so a slow run to the top...but on that day the first punter in the Corrie Cas car park was on a Z900
With skis. I locked the rucksack to the bike, but I can't really recall if it was a good days skiing or not...only the bike trip stands out. But I also remember at the end of the day I just could not get the bike to pull away. The car park was hard packed snow that had iced over, and no matter how gentle I tried to be on the clutch the back wheel just turned and I went no-where. And on the Kawasaki there was a lock-out so you could only engage 1st from neutral. In the end I had to get some folks to give the bike a push (and a couple of them went A over T on the ice) up to walking pace and then I could get the clutch out and get moving. Took it very gingerly down the hill again, but no mishaps.
Cool story bro etc...
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