double_entendre
Well-known member
Man. I've had worse weekends, but not in recent memory. Saturday I tip over the motorcycle, Sunday I golf like a blind chick with Parkinson's.
(OK, so if Tiger has to apologize for using "Spaz," I suppose I should apologize for that.) <_< Not like there aren't a fair number of gals who could kick my *** allllllll over the golf course.
Quicky intro: I started riding when I was 17 and didn't get my first car until I was 24. So I've got a fair number of miles of experience, though I had a hiatus at the end of my college years. Last year I bought an FJR after the following negotiation process:
Me: "I want an FJR."
Wife: "Over my dead body."
Wife: "Well, ok, but I'm not touching it."
Wife: "OK, I'll ride on the back."
Wife: "I want a bike of my own."
So I bought her a Ninja 250 because that was one of two bikes she could touch the ground on at all without modification. (The other was a Ducati Monster.) She's only got a few hundred miles in, most of which is with me riding behind her, keeping an eye on her.
Anyway, Saturday SOP is for the wife and I to get on the bikes and go for a ride, her on hers, me on mine. I just let her lead wherever she wants to go and tag along behind her so that she at least doesn't have to worry about people riding up her *** (she's still relatively slow, being a beginner and all). So she opted to ride up the road to Mount Baldy (https://tinyurl.com/hq8vo) that day. I was pleasantly surprised that she was comfortable doing so. Had one bobble at a corner, but we figured that out and kept on going.
Further up the hill, her bike started stalling out and she pulled over to the side of the road.
She pulled over onto a pretty steeply sloped side of the road and I pulled up alongside her to see what was wrong.
Just as I pulled up alongside her, she started tipping over. And tipped into me, tipping me off of my bike and rolling me into the traffic lane. :dribble: This is, of course, 100% my fault for pulling up alongside her. I should have known better.
Fortunately, there was no traffic coming, so I didn't get squished. But she flopped into my bike and actually landed on the FJR's exhaust pipe and snagged her jacket on a footpeg to boot, so she was burned a bit and bruised a bit on her back. Got her up, got the bikes up, took hers for a ride to figure out what was wrong with it and explained that to her for future reference (basically if she doesn't keep the RPMs between 7,000 and 13,000, it has no hope of getting up a hill). Problem with that is that they tell you to keep the bike under 5,000 RPM until it's broken in. :huh: Screw that. It's going to be my first ever race bike when she's done with it anyway, so it's not like we're really worried about the warranty.
No permanent body damage and lessons were learned. Alls well that ends well, though I did scuff up my bike a bit (frame slider, mirror, exhaust cannister and stator cover) and she scuffed hers some more plus broke a turn signal and bent the clutch lever. I feel pretty badly about that because my mental error made a no-big-deal tip over into a pretty dramatic situation.
And next on the agenda is an electric knife and we're cutting down the seat a bit on her bike.
h34r:
Bob
Rancho Cucamonga, CA
(OK, so if Tiger has to apologize for using "Spaz," I suppose I should apologize for that.) <_< Not like there aren't a fair number of gals who could kick my *** allllllll over the golf course.
Quicky intro: I started riding when I was 17 and didn't get my first car until I was 24. So I've got a fair number of miles of experience, though I had a hiatus at the end of my college years. Last year I bought an FJR after the following negotiation process:
Me: "I want an FJR."
Wife: "Over my dead body."
Wife: "Well, ok, but I'm not touching it."
Wife: "OK, I'll ride on the back."
Wife: "I want a bike of my own."
So I bought her a Ninja 250 because that was one of two bikes she could touch the ground on at all without modification. (The other was a Ducati Monster.) She's only got a few hundred miles in, most of which is with me riding behind her, keeping an eye on her.
Anyway, Saturday SOP is for the wife and I to get on the bikes and go for a ride, her on hers, me on mine. I just let her lead wherever she wants to go and tag along behind her so that she at least doesn't have to worry about people riding up her *** (she's still relatively slow, being a beginner and all). So she opted to ride up the road to Mount Baldy (https://tinyurl.com/hq8vo) that day. I was pleasantly surprised that she was comfortable doing so. Had one bobble at a corner, but we figured that out and kept on going.
Further up the hill, her bike started stalling out and she pulled over to the side of the road.
She pulled over onto a pretty steeply sloped side of the road and I pulled up alongside her to see what was wrong.
Just as I pulled up alongside her, she started tipping over. And tipped into me, tipping me off of my bike and rolling me into the traffic lane. :dribble: This is, of course, 100% my fault for pulling up alongside her. I should have known better.
Fortunately, there was no traffic coming, so I didn't get squished. But she flopped into my bike and actually landed on the FJR's exhaust pipe and snagged her jacket on a footpeg to boot, so she was burned a bit and bruised a bit on her back. Got her up, got the bikes up, took hers for a ride to figure out what was wrong with it and explained that to her for future reference (basically if she doesn't keep the RPMs between 7,000 and 13,000, it has no hope of getting up a hill). Problem with that is that they tell you to keep the bike under 5,000 RPM until it's broken in. :huh: Screw that. It's going to be my first ever race bike when she's done with it anyway, so it's not like we're really worried about the warranty.
No permanent body damage and lessons were learned. Alls well that ends well, though I did scuff up my bike a bit (frame slider, mirror, exhaust cannister and stator cover) and she scuffed hers some more plus broke a turn signal and bent the clutch lever. I feel pretty badly about that because my mental error made a no-big-deal tip over into a pretty dramatic situation.
And next on the agenda is an electric knife and we're cutting down the seat a bit on her bike.
h34r: Bob
Rancho Cucamonga, CA
