Topic: Your most memorable drive/ride moment

[Kevin D]

Bears as I know it don't tend to go after people, unless they have cubs..

.......said the mountain man to the city boy
I sure didn't know any better, but this was a very long time ago when the park bears were fed by passing motorists with marshmallows and jelly donuts. The roadside bears were probably in a coma coming down from their daily sugar buzz.

I hope you are feeling better asap, Frank.

[bear]

Us bears have all ways had a bit of a sweet tooth.

[Kevin D]

That was the first moment in my life to see bears in their own habitat and was certain that I was about to be devoured, even though a skinny kid.

[jakec]

Handy on the way back home from skating a vert ramp, I-90 from Newport Hills to Seattle, on my '75 550K.

a handjob? jesus

[carnivorous chicken]

Handy on the way back home from skating a vert ramp, I-90 from Newport Hills to Seattle, on my '75 550K.

a handjob? jesus

What can I say? Definitely most memorable.

[seanbarney41]

Handy on the way back home from skating a vert ramp, I-90 from Newport Hills to Seattle, on my '75 550K.

a handjob? jesus

What can I say? Definitely most memorable.

lol ftw!

[jakec]

so what, did you just nut into the wind and get it all over your jacket and tank? lol

[333]

How do you follow that one?

[carnivorous chicken]

so what, did you just nut into the wind and get it all over your jacket and tank? lol

I seriously can't be the only one with this experience. More likely the only one willing to talk about it? And that was just the first time.

It was, uh, just the start of something that ended at her house.

[Don R]

 Once, in my Boss's Mark V after taking his relatives home. Not on the bike however. Still the chance though.

[grcamna2]

 

[BomberMann650]

How do you follow that one?

Plot twist, she sits backwards on the tank

[Don R]

 Put yourself in this place. CB750 K4, sitting at a stoplight turning left and hear tires squealing. In your mirrors, a 59 Oldsmobile apparently with brakes on only one wheel trying not to run you over. Cars on your right at the light, turning cars on your left. You go as far into the red light and to the left as you can with factory traffic in your path. The Olds finally stops, the light changes and you may breathe again.   I'll never forget, I guess that makes it memorable.

[Alan F.]

Ouch! Well not ouch, but wow.

This makes me think about the rainy Saturday in late September 2009 I went into Cambridge, MA on my 91 750 Nighthawk to but a used center stand for $40....
I'm stopped at a red light and suddenly I hear tires skidding to a stop on the wet pavement behind me, and then bump!

Some moron on a bicycle somehow contacted tire to tire with my bike after a panic stop. I totally blame the 'skid demon' for this one. We both kept the bikes up and rode away.