Topic: The things we did on our bikes...

[754]

I was in the wedding party at my sisters wedding. during the reception , I went for a spin on my 73 CBO 750 wearing my rented tux. Was showing off at the liquor store doing burnouts, in tight quarters...grabbed a bit too much front brake..ripped up the tux... had to buy it..lol..

 That was not so bad except the owner of the biggest bike shop in town saw it happen, for a decade after that he called me Swinger...

 Streetracing, probably did that a thousand times..

[veloracermike]

Probably the dumbest thing I did on a bike was street race, but it really didn't seem dumb at the time, just exciting.

I had a Kaw 1000 and my brother a Yamaha 1100.  We took many weekend trips to Central Texas and would do rolling start races. Both bikes ran fantastic, his being 100cc larger was just a little faster. We both were very good at "power shifting", rarely missing a gear. My bike saw 125mph regularly, that was top end, the Yammi would do 130.
My only fear at the time was hitting a cow as it as a common site to see loose livestock roaming around, but thankfully never did.

I used to spend my Sunday's racing my RZ350 from Lake Elsinore to San Juan Capistrano. I'd wait for guys on Mini-Ceptors (500 Interceptors) and bet them beer money for the first guy into San Juan.  Had a couple of very close calls doing that which led me to sell the bike.  I just couldn't help myself and I knew that was going to end badly.

[HondaMan]

About 35 years ago, my buddy had a Suzuki GT750 café racer. Chambers, clip-ons, fiberglass tank and seat. It seemed like a good idea at the time. On the tank he had a tank-bag, in which he had an 8-track. The 8-track connected to headphone speakers in his helmet via a long coiled cord. I still remember seeing my buddy sliding in one direction while his bike slid in another, and the cord stretched between the two.

Bob

You made a cafe' out of a waterbike?

[Terry in Australia]

I had a Yamaha DT250 in 1980, it was a brilliant commuter, and great fun in the dirt. I was sitting up in the Army "boozer" (bar) and this dick who'd cornered me was telling me some tall tales about how he once had a BSA Gold Star something or other that would do 150 MPH and blah blah blah.

Anyway, he really pissed me off. Come closing time, I'm three sheets to the wind, and he's dumb enough to ask me for a ride to the West Ryde railway station. No worries I slur, thinking that if I kill myself I'll kill him too, so most of the guys in the boozer will thank me at my funeral. It was a wet night and the Yam had those useless "Enduro" tires of the era, so by the time we get to the railway station he's a nervous wreck. (ever scraped the pegs on a DT250?)

The West Ryde Railway station has a staircase up and over the rail line platform, maybe thirty feet high? I knew it was possible after seeing the Evel Knievel movie, so I told him to hold on. He screamed like a girl, but by now I'm doing around 30 MPH so he's got no choice. Surprisingly, we went up the stairs OK, and down the stairs on to the platform. He got off, and his legs turned to jelly, and I thought he was gonna collapse. I went back up and over the stairs, and got back to the barracks in one piece.

After that, I'd say G'Day to him in the boozer, but he'd just keep his head down and mutter a "G'Day" into his beer. He never asked me for a ride anywhere again............      

[Sdsbassist]

I've done plenty of dumb things off road but the dumbest on road thing I've ever done was after my high school graduation. We had a big pool party with plenty of kegs and I got appropriately drunk.  I then got on my buddy's KZ900 and rode over to my girl friends to get some. No helmet   No shirt   Flip flops and shorts. I'm lucky that I didn't eat it that day.


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Well was the trip worth it or not?!

[Bailgang]

When I was in HS I had a next door neighbor who was the hottest girl in school. One day she was out sunbathing in a bikini so a buddy of mine decided to impress her by pulling wheelies on his yz125 in my back yard. He was heading back towards the house, the first wheelie was more than he expected and his feet came off the footpegs so he was basically laying flat on the bike with hands still on the bars. Rather than just let go and dump the bike he instead tried to pull himself back onto the bike. Problem was every time he tried he grab another handful of throttle in the process and thus another wheelie. 3 wraps of the throttle and 3 wheelies later he ran out of room and ran smack into the back of my house with no crash helmet on either laying in my moms rose bush with his head spinning and ringing. My absolutely gorgeous neighbor could not stop laughing.

[veloracermike]

I've done plenty of dumb things off road but the dumbest on road thing I've ever done was after my high school graduation. We had a big pool party with plenty of kegs and I got appropriately drunk.  I then got on my buddy's KZ900 and rode over to my girl friends to get some. No helmet   No shirt   Flip flops and shorts. I'm lucky that I didn't eat it that day.


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Well was the trip worth it or not?!

Yep Renee was one hell of a girlfriend.   


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[LesterPiglet]

I'm lucky that I didn't eat it that day.
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I thought the whole point of visiting your girlfriend was to eat it. 

[veloracermike]

This is true I just didn't want to involve the bike and pavement.  If memory serves she did her share of eating that afternoon.

God of her parents had any clue what was going on at their house most afternoons I'd be dead.


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[Vincent]

In the late 60's, I was going to college in upstate New York, and made many cold weather trips between school and home on Long Island. My first bike was a red and white CL350, and my first riding jacket was a fringed leather jacket like the one Dennis Hopper wore in Easy Rider. He looked quite comfortable in it, but since the jacket had a couple of buttons instead of a zipper, and no closures on the sleeves, once I got moving on the highway the jacket filled with air - sometimes 35 degree air - and had roughly the aerodynamic qualities of a parasail. I tried to deal with the jacket by riding at a speed that lessened the billowing effect, and tried to deal with the cold by pulling over and - here's the genius part - taking occasional swigs from a bottle of Jack Daniel's in my canvas Army surplus pack.

Unfortunately, getting a new CB750K1 made me faster but not smarter, and I used to commute to my summer lifeguard job wearing a helmet, bathing suit, and nylon windbreaker. Yes, bare feet. Lucky I still have ten toes.

[750K]

Great stories, haha.

I guess I haven't done anything too stupid on my bike, got a dirtbike for the rainy winter months around here so I'm sure I'll do something dumb in the dirt eventually.

[veloracermike]

I could fill pages of dumb stuff I've done on dirt bikes.   Dirt really brings out the dumb in me!


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[Don R]

I mentioned it once before, I was working overtime and went to work at 5 am. I went through an underpass under a railroad switchyard. It was about a quarter mile long, one lane each way with a concrete wall between them. There were openings so you could see through. Every morning I thought about riding through on the incoming lane and watched to see if any cars came through from the other end. One morning I thought WTF and did it. It was scarier the closer I got to the end because I couldn't get past an oncoming car. I didn't die and there are no pictures or witnesses so it's just a good story. Oh yes, CB500 K2.

[bollingball]

I was working night shift at the ER when they brought in a guy that crashed his bike into a tree he had been to the store and was carrying a can of whipped cream between his legs. It was stuck in his abdomen and the can was empty True story
Ken

[LesterPiglet]

Not a riding story but still pretty stupid.
I was adjusting my new Hagons and didn't know if they had 3 or 5 settings. So I got down with the adjustment tool starting at the lowest setting and started turning. 1 click, 2 clicks, 3 clicks, 4 OWWWWWW. I was resting my left hand on the shock and it jumped from number 3 click right over to 1 again, my hand got trapped. I had to get the missus to ring the fire brigade to release me.























Everything between the cuts was vertical for a day.

[Terry in Australia]

I was working night shift at the ER when they brought in a guy that crashed his bike into a tree he had been to the store and was carrying a can of whipped cream between his legs. It was stuck in his abdomen and the can was empty True story
Ken

Did he survive Ken? Ouch!

[Vincent]

In 1974 I rode my CB750 K1 from New York to Los Angeles. It was autumn, and my plan was to head south to Georgia and then west through the warmer part of the country. My friends said I was crazy, and that the combination of long hair, black leather, motorcycle, and NY license plate would get me at least harassed and at most shot. Being young and naive, I thought that since I meant no harm to anyone and planned to be polite to everyone, nothing bad could happen. I loaded my Army surplus bags with clothes, tools, sleeping bag, camera, and transistor radio, and set out on my otherwise naked bike for a three week solo ride through unknown territory. I alternated between nights in campgrounds and nights in motels. Thinking about how I was just a tiny moving dot in an enormous landscape permanently affected my attitude about my place in the world. And every encounter I had was a positive one, from the all-you-can-eat soul food dinner in a private home in Georgia to the waitress who gave me the key to her house to the Zuni Indian family who pulled me out of a driving rainstorm in New Mexico and gave me a place to stay for the night, to the Harley rider named Patches who was able to get his bike going again after I gave him a length of wire and some alligator clips in Arizona. A truly unforgettable experience, and at the end of the road there was LA. Palm trees, a nude beach, year-round riding weather, a universe of new dining experiences, and the feeling that you could make yourself into anyone you wanted to be. I suppose I could have made myself into someone more prosperous, but that's a whole different story.

[bollingball]

I was working night shift at the ER when they brought in a guy that crashed his bike into a tree he had been to the store and was carrying a can of whipped cream between his legs. It was stuck in his abdomen and the can was empty True story
Ken

Did he survive Ken? Ouch!

Yes Terry he did fractured femur was the worst thing. Put him in traction 5 months. No pins back then 68-69. He was a E3 in the US Army. They did take a foot out of  the colon. But he walked out.
Ken

[fang]

This was several years ago.  I no longer have such a handsome beard.  Click the pic for a larger view in a new tab.

Basically I had to go to the lumber yard, it was a nice day, and I wanted to drive my bike.  It was pretty hot, so I grabbed a large soda on the way home.  Seems perfectly reasonable to me.
My dear wife, on the other hand, was not so sure.... 
She came out and took a pic so she could later remind me of my wise decisions.

Peace and grease,
-Steve

[fang]

Oooh Ohh Oooh.  I found another one!  This one's on a CB750 too.


Basically just another normal day.  I was working on something that required an axillary fuel tank, so I hooked it to my helmet's chin strap, and away we go!
I used to love that goofy old helmet.

Peace and grease,
-Fang

[jamesb]

When I was in HS I had a next door neighbor who was the hottest girl in school. One day she was out sunbathing in a bikini so a buddy of mine decided to impress her by pulling wheelies on his yz125 in my back yard. He was heading back towards the house, the first wheelie was more than he expected and his feet came off the footpegs so he was basically laying flat on the bike with hands still on the bars. Rather than just let go and dump the bike he instead tried to pull himself back onto the bike. Problem was every time he tried he grab another handful of throttle in the process and thus another wheelie. 3 wraps of the throttle and 3 wheelies later he ran out of room and ran smack into the back of my house with no crash helmet on either laying in my moms rose bush with his head spinning and ringing. My absolutely gorgeous neighbor could not stop laughing.

why do why try to impress girls by doing wheelies it never works.i wrecked my buddies kx250 back in high school trying that.he had a very hot neighbor there was about 5 of them outside watching. and i also wrecked my harley sprint in high school trying to jump my mom's 10' diameter flower bed trying to impress my neighbor girl.so i learned it wasn't a very good idea trying to impress them with stupid stunts on a motorbike.

[oldbob]

About 35 years ago, my buddy had a Suzuki GT750 café racer. Chambers, clip-ons, fiberglass tank and seat. It seemed like a good idea at the time. On the tank he had a tank-bag, in which he had an 8-track. The 8-track connected to headphone speakers in his helmet via a long coiled cord. I still remember seeing my buddy sliding in one direction while his bike slid in another, and the cord stretched between the two.

Bob

You made a cafe' out of a waterbike?

No, my buddy caféd a GT750. However, one of my current rides is a 1976 GT750. With modern shocks and tires, it handles well.

Bob

[brooze72]

About 35 years ago, my buddy had a Suzuki GT750 café racer. Chambers, clip-ons, fiberglass tank and seat. It seemed like a good idea at the time. On the tank he had a tank-bag, in which he had an 8-track. The 8-track connected to headphone speakers in his helmet via a long coiled cord. I still remember seeing my buddy sliding in one direction while his bike slid in another, and the cord stretched between the two.

Bob

You made a cafe' out of a waterbike?

Haha, I was thinking the same thing reading this!  I think Terry & the guys had a different nickname for the Buffalo over the pond, care to remind us?

[oldbob]

Haha, I was thinking the same thing reading this!  I think Terry & the guys had a different nickname for the Buffalo over the pond, care to remind us?

Kettle

[brooze72]

Haha, I was thinking the same thing reading this!  I think Terry & the guys had a different nickname for the Buffalo over the pond, care to remind us?

Good one!

Kettle