You're kidding right? OMG, there are so many ways bikes can be fun........And somehow you managed this on a bike ?Decided "We don't need a condom." :nono: I'll let you fill in the blanks!
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What's the dumbest thing you've done on a bike?
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RacinRay
Living The Dream
The dumbest thing I ever did on a motorcycle...hmmm. How about the time I unscrewed the cap on one of the fork legs of my Yamaha MX125 while sitting on the bike. Don't ask what I was thinking. :headbonk:
Bungie
FrostBack #2 - IBA # 44620
True!
LOL! How about starting the bike up after an oil change without first screwing the filler cap back on.
wfooshee
O, Woe is me!!
That would be better than not screwing the drain plug back in. . . . . I saw that happen once, not on a bike, to a car, and not mine, but my roommate's in college. Parking lot was a mess, and he was sharp enough to check the dipstick before starting, then realized the problem.
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08FJR4ME
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A couple of years ago before i got the feej I was riding my XR home. I turned the corner at the town hall and a 2 smoker was about a 1/4 mile up ahead of me following another car. Caught up to them both and after about a 1/2 mile of breathing the CO'2 the car in front slowed down and was going to take a left. There was an oncoming car approaching so I decided to go off road and pass them both on the right in the grassy area. After all it was a Dual Sport MC. Only thing was I never checked my 6 and as soon as I got around them I herd the siren and saw the blues in the mirror. The police station is right next to the town hall and he had picked me up and decided to follow me. Dam hooligans are ridin around again. h34r: After receiving my performance award I was allowed to go home.
Good news is, I ended up beating the rap in court. :yahoo:
h34r: After receiving my performance award I was allowed to go home.Good news is, I ended up beating the rap in court. :yahoo:
FatNakedGuy
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lnewlf
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Kicked my old Yammie RT360 and it backfired...kicked it again and it started....reved it up, dropped the clutch, and promptly went ass over elbow over the bars-it was running backwards..
sonicspeed
Tennessee Volunteer
ummm been there, done thatDecided "We don't need a condom." :nono: I'll let you fill in the blanks!
Patriot
Isabella is Lazarus
James Burleigh
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Saw a CHP motocop do that from a stop on an uphill-facing ramp. Just slammed it into gear and heaved that baby right around and down the other way in about 12-feet width. Those guys are good.How about heading up a steep hill and trying to make a U-Turn.
Khunajawdge
Toto El Mundo!
A D'oh...
Was late to pick up a ride with some buddies. Had a ZG 1000 Concourse. Stopped at a gas pump in the early AM for fuel, but somehow managed to pull in too close to the island? Put the side stand down and tried to dismount, but space was cramped so, I attempted (that one time ) to throw my left leg over the left side. Bike came over with me :blink: , and busted off the left foot peg, the left side mirror, and the mirror took out the windshield.
Missed the ride, limped home, licked my wounds, ego=deflated!hno-smiley:
Was late to pick up a ride with some buddies. Had a ZG 1000 Concourse. Stopped at a gas pump in the early AM for fuel, but somehow managed to pull in too close to the island? Put the side stand down and tried to dismount, but space was cramped so, I attempted (that one time ) to throw my left leg over the left side. Bike came over with me :blink: , and busted off the left foot peg, the left side mirror, and the mirror took out the windshield.
Missed the ride, limped home, licked my wounds, ego=deflated!
hno-smiley: 
joeR6
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Rented a 2006 BMW K1200S, and rode it.
Damn thing died in the middle of the Sierra Madre desert in CA. 110 degree heat and I only had about 6oz of water. AAA saved me.
Other than that, last year I knowningly rode through an area with a tornado warning at night while trying to get home. The night started out calm and dry, I had 150 miles to go thinking I could dodge the storm. About 30 miles in, flashes of lightning. Then horizontal walls of rain and debris, treacherous windshear that nearly blew me off the road. I pulled off immediately at the nearest rest stop. I have never been so scared on a motorcycle. I eventually made it home but I have a newfound respect for mother nature. BTW Aerostich claims their $797 Roadcrafter suit is waterproof/water resistant - it ain't.
Damn thing died in the middle of the Sierra Madre desert in CA. 110 degree heat and I only had about 6oz of water. AAA saved me.
Other than that, last year I knowningly rode through an area with a tornado warning at night while trying to get home. The night started out calm and dry, I had 150 miles to go thinking I could dodge the storm. About 30 miles in, flashes of lightning. Then horizontal walls of rain and debris, treacherous windshear that nearly blew me off the road. I pulled off immediately at the nearest rest stop. I have never been so scared on a motorcycle. I eventually made it home but I have a newfound respect for mother nature. BTW Aerostich claims their $797 Roadcrafter suit is waterproof/water resistant - it ain't.
Probably around 1970 or so. Had a Triumph 650 Bonnie. My riding buddy was riding pillion because his bike was in the shop. We were in town at a stop light and he was jabbing me in my ribs about something. I got a little annoyed about it and when the light changed I popped the clutch and did a pretty high wheelie. He fell off the bike into the street. No injuries, but I felt bad about it even though I was laughing.
MotorToad
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Jeez, so many things. Fortunately none of them entirely fatal (yet).
First attempt to ride an actual motorcycle was in 10th grade or so, a Honda dual sport. Let out the clutch, stall, let out the clutch, stall. "Give it more gas" he says. Rev, let out the clutch, land on ass with bike looking for something to dent itself against.
My first bike was a GS-500E, and I went out to look for some twisties. I knew some roads up by Compass Lake from driving (the piss out of) my company truck. There's this one string of paved roads that are the only paved path around the lake; it's several different roads but they all turn to dirt as the pavement takes a 90º turn. As I hurtled to the first corner I was instantly struck by the one thing that made these corners so much fun in the truck... they all turn to dirt roads so the corners are freaking full of sand. WTF I are an *******! I about ate the dirt at 45 mph sliding the locked rear tire through 3" or so of sand. It really never occurred to me that this wasn't the ideal place for a motorcycle until I was staring at the intersection of sand.
Same bike, I went to Panama City to get the bike back from my nephew so I could prep it for my first track day. It's a boring, uneventful 2 hour ride until I get back to Pensacola, about 8 blocks from my house and it starts raining. Of course all the blue-hairs start panicking and back down to 12.7 mph, driving side-by-side so I can't get past. I know that if I can just get these last few blocks at a rapid pace I'll beat the rain and stay dry, so I start shortcutting. I delivered pizza so I knew *all* the quick routes in the area. One thing I also knew from slingin' pie was that McAlister Ave was shell aggregate and so slippery in the rain that my 30 bhp Sprite with an open differential would break both rear tires loose in 2nd gear without using the clutch. This non-trivial fact didn't even cross my mind until I grabbed a fistful of front brake and was, at that very same instant, feeling the low friction of that road through my jeans and JR jacket.
Edit! Just remembered another brief flash of brilliance. Washing my FZR-600 (one of the very few times that ever happened!) in the driveway, wearing flip flops. I went to move the bike to get to the wheel and dropped it. Wah wah, you scratched your bike, right? No, it freaking cracked the starter gear cover and I was without my bike for a month before I could afford a replacement. $&$%^&!!!
First attempt to ride an actual motorcycle was in 10th grade or so, a Honda dual sport. Let out the clutch, stall, let out the clutch, stall. "Give it more gas" he says. Rev, let out the clutch, land on ass with bike looking for something to dent itself against.
My first bike was a GS-500E, and I went out to look for some twisties. I knew some roads up by Compass Lake from driving (the piss out of) my company truck. There's this one string of paved roads that are the only paved path around the lake; it's several different roads but they all turn to dirt as the pavement takes a 90º turn. As I hurtled to the first corner I was instantly struck by the one thing that made these corners so much fun in the truck... they all turn to dirt roads so the corners are freaking full of sand. WTF I are an *******! I about ate the dirt at 45 mph sliding the locked rear tire through 3" or so of sand. It really never occurred to me that this wasn't the ideal place for a motorcycle until I was staring at the intersection of sand.
Same bike, I went to Panama City to get the bike back from my nephew so I could prep it for my first track day. It's a boring, uneventful 2 hour ride until I get back to Pensacola, about 8 blocks from my house and it starts raining. Of course all the blue-hairs start panicking and back down to 12.7 mph, driving side-by-side so I can't get past. I know that if I can just get these last few blocks at a rapid pace I'll beat the rain and stay dry, so I start shortcutting. I delivered pizza so I knew *all* the quick routes in the area. One thing I also knew from slingin' pie was that McAlister Ave was shell aggregate and so slippery in the rain that my 30 bhp Sprite with an open differential would break both rear tires loose in 2nd gear without using the clutch. This non-trivial fact didn't even cross my mind until I grabbed a fistful of front brake and was, at that very same instant, feeling the low friction of that road through my jeans and JR jacket.
Edit! Just remembered another brief flash of brilliance. Washing my FZR-600 (one of the very few times that ever happened!) in the driveway, wearing flip flops. I went to move the bike to get to the wheel and dropped it. Wah wah, you scratched your bike, right? No, it freaking cracked the starter gear cover and I was without my bike for a month before I could afford a replacement. $&$%^&!!!
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One of many dumb things I`ve done, my brother Jeff and I decided to go out jumping snow banks on our SL70 ,we found the perfect one at the end of a dead end road, no traffic, long strait ,he went first ,1st gear of course I could do better than that , grabbed 2nd and got about 5 more feet than him ,he went faster in 2nd and beat me , well F that, next time wide open in 3rd, this time I got way more height, and when I landed the bike burried itself up to the handle bars in the snow, I didn't let go of the bars though and whipped over the front end on my back, my hands were stuck between the leavers and the bars, knocked the wind out of myself, Jeff was laughing so hard he just about pissed himself.
Back in the 70's. Was playing pool and drinking a few beers at my favorite hangout. Decided to go home for the night, left the bar, walked across the street to mount my 750. Straddled the bike, put the kickstand up and fell over, just like the Arte Johnson trike tip over running gag on Rowan and Martins Laugh-In. I was too embarrassed to even look back at the pool hall I had just left to see if anybody was watching. I wrenched the bike back upright and got the hell home. Guess I had a few more than I thought. I regularly drank and rode my bike back then. Fortunately I survived them days and came out the other side older and wiser.
Not the dumbest thing I ever did, by far. I could probably write a short book if I included everything I can remember.
Not the dumbest thing I ever did, by far. I could probably write a short book if I included everything I can remember.
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Tim05fjr
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I have a few, but I'll spare you and just tell the funniest.
In 1987 I bought my first new motorcycle. A Yamaha XT350. I was out tooling around and stoped for a bite to eat at a deli that a friend worked at. He came outside to see it and said if I let him take it for a ride he'll give me a free hero sandwich. Me not ever able to turn down a good deal, or free food, took it. So as I sat outside to enjoy my free ham and swiss, he geared up and mounted the bike. I see him turn the key on and then start looking around at the controls. A short time goes by and then he looks to me and shruggs his shoulders as to "what's up ". I go over and ask what the problem was and he askes, "where's the start button?". At this point I should have just told him to get off, but I showed him that it had a kick starter, not electric start. I asked if he knew how to do it and he said, " shure, don't you remember my brother's and I had that old dirtbike years ago." I thought Yeah, come to think of it, I don't remember ever seeing you ride it. A few kicks later and the bike starts.
As it happens, he worked with a very pretty girl. He is sitting on the now running motorcycle, revving up the engine to get her attention. She just happened to be sitting in her car across the lot eating her lunch. He waves to her and revs the bike up some more and clunks it into gear. I think. " NO, he's not !!! " Just then he pops the clutch sending the front wheel skyward. The bike goes across the parking lot with the front wheel at 12 o'clock and he is hanging on to the bars screaming and running behind. Soon the bike lands directly on the hood of the poor girls car practicaly going onto the roof. He falls just short of the rear tire. I ran over and killed the engine. All I remember was this poor girls eyes as big as dinner plates as the bike was heading toward the car. Priceless. I was laughing so hard I almost pissed my pants. She was screaming and crying. That little stunt cost him a clutch lever, front headlight cover and turn signal. Good thing the bike never hit the ground. He also had to put a used hood on her dodge omni, she was a good sport about it too, not making him have to paint it.
We still laugh about it when we see each other. I will never let him live it down.
In 1987 I bought my first new motorcycle. A Yamaha XT350. I was out tooling around and stoped for a bite to eat at a deli that a friend worked at. He came outside to see it and said if I let him take it for a ride he'll give me a free hero sandwich. Me not ever able to turn down a good deal, or free food, took it. So as I sat outside to enjoy my free ham and swiss, he geared up and mounted the bike. I see him turn the key on and then start looking around at the controls. A short time goes by and then he looks to me and shruggs his shoulders as to "what's up ". I go over and ask what the problem was and he askes, "where's the start button?". At this point I should have just told him to get off, but I showed him that it had a kick starter, not electric start. I asked if he knew how to do it and he said, " shure, don't you remember my brother's and I had that old dirtbike years ago." I thought Yeah, come to think of it, I don't remember ever seeing you ride it. A few kicks later and the bike starts.
As it happens, he worked with a very pretty girl. He is sitting on the now running motorcycle, revving up the engine to get her attention. She just happened to be sitting in her car across the lot eating her lunch. He waves to her and revs the bike up some more and clunks it into gear. I think. " NO, he's not !!! " Just then he pops the clutch sending the front wheel skyward. The bike goes across the parking lot with the front wheel at 12 o'clock and he is hanging on to the bars screaming and running behind. Soon the bike lands directly on the hood of the poor girls car practicaly going onto the roof. He falls just short of the rear tire. I ran over and killed the engine. All I remember was this poor girls eyes as big as dinner plates as the bike was heading toward the car. Priceless. I was laughing so hard I almost pissed my pants. She was screaming and crying. That little stunt cost him a clutch lever, front headlight cover and turn signal. Good thing the bike never hit the ground. He also had to put a used hood on her dodge omni, she was a good sport about it too, not making him have to paint it.
We still laugh about it when we see each other. I will never let him live it down.
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