After I finished the full high performance rebuild of my 72 Suzuki T500 some 35 years ago, a buddy wanted to race me. I had shaved the heads, installed Wiseco pistons, ported and polished the cylinders, and installed oversize Mikuni's and expansion chambers. We chose a long cement driveway that led out to a dead end street: perfect place to measure off our quarter mile (in our immature, foolish opinion). It was just getting dark, and just after we started the race, my headlight caught something as the front wheel was coming up.
"WHAT was that," I thought. Then I remembered. There was a chain strung across the end of the driveway on one side. Unfortunately, it was on my side. My buddy went rocketing out of the driveway and onto the dead end street. I clamped on the brakes, slammed the front wheel down, and held on for dear life as my Suzuki came to a stop with a loud "thunk" as the front forks hit the chain. Except for a couple bruises (including my ego), both bike and rider were fine.
Can you spell, D-U-M-B ??
Image below just for fun... not the actual setting...
Gary
darksider #44
Oh yeah, we ran the race again later on, and my little twin beat his brand new 4 cylinder GS550 pretty soundly. Nothing like racin' what cha built with yer own two hands. Just wish I'd have had enough sense to do so at a drag strip.