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This happened to a good friend (I'll call him B for ease) several years ago. B happens to work at AFCOM (QAS & Fire Communications) with me and has been there for about 14 years. He is well known across the radio as he has a distinctive radio voice and personality. B had a 1983 BMW at the time, he is an extremely portly gent, and seeing him on his motorsickle was equivelent to the fat clown on the kiddies bicycle.

At work our rear carpark is covered with kitty-litter size gravel, and is pretty easy to lose your footing on if you aren't careful. B walked out of work at about 9.15 one night, and went and sat on his bike. He started his bike up to warm it up, and then made a phone call. By this time the bike was well warmed up, and he started to move off................................until the disk lock hit the forks. Bike locks up, B is still in forward motion, he puts his feet down to save the bike, feet slip, and bike and rider tip to the ground. B kills the engine, struggles to push the bike off him (remember he is a rather stout man), and gives it up as a bad joke. He wonders to himself, "what the hell am I going to do?" B ponders the situation for a few minutes, and then decides to call one of his "workmates" inside. Unable to remember the new console phone numbers, he dials 000, is put through, and miraclously his good "mate" answers. B theatrically whispered "mate, I need a hand out here, I've dropped the bike on me, and I can't lift it off. I'm not hurt at all, but keep it quiet will you!." "Mate" then agrees that yes he needs a hand, and says he will be right out....

B then hears one of the ambulances from the plant room floor start up, sirens wailing, but thinks nothing of it. "Mate" comes out, followed by all available Fire & QAS staff from Comms giggling and pointing, then followed by the Paramedics from the station laughing uproariously, and then pulling out of the driveway and heading directly for him is an ambulance, sirens wailing, blue & red lights flashing.....

And then, to top off the humiliation, a camera is produced, pics are taken, and the whole incident is written up in the quarterly department magazine!

Most embarassing..a no brainer (actually). Corner of South Dowling and Cleveland Street in Sydney (before the Eastern Distributor was built) after a night shift. Stopped off at the Sydney Musicians's Club, which was one of few places that stayed open all night, for a bit of a night cap with a group of fellow shiftworkers me on a Z1R and they in a sparkly new XD Falcon (get the period here guys?)

After said nightcaps (daylight by now) everyone in a good to very good mood and I pull up at forementioned intersection beside car to chants of "gissa burn out... gissa burnout". I am thinking "I'll give yas a frckin burn out yacarns watch THIS"

Launch into a nice long smoky across the intersection and I am giving it the full service ... "take that succkers I says to me self" ... just about then it gots ugly.
Road at this point doglegged left, so in my joyous state I do the natural thing and tip her in. Natural, EXCEPT poor old rear Pirelli Phantom is just about liquid from heat and just lets go into full lock slide followed by launch into humungous highside.

Reaired the Z1R, collarbone and cuts. The excessive embarassment of major cock up as full screen entertainment to a car load of mates remains.

Oh esie that is CLASSIC Top bloody mates eh ?
I think most of us have got waylaid by members of the public at start up and forgot the lock at some time

Like Balanse's story, went to Bathurst one year.
Brutus was there (old Z1R with a car back tyre, anyone know him? I never got to actually meet him) and every night on dark would put on a burn out show then park up and sit in folding chairs to watch the action he (and his friend) initiated, one feels they may have done this a FEW times before
Drunken lads with a lot of HP (as opposed to torque) would come out and go for it. For every good one there would be one where the back tyre would get to 200 degrees while the front is like ice and (eventually) let go.
Like you do when the front starts skidding on the 0 degree bitumen (hey Im from Qld it felt like 0 degrees to me) you grab the front brake HARDER and just make it worse. I seen several turn on their side and look for all the world like those pics you see of salmon jumping sideways up waterfalls
Two that stick out are two guys with matching leathers on 'blades and a ZX9R with a tit' pipe that made WICKED sparks as it grind its case to death down the road.

Actually it was the last one they had there (i think) no one got any pictures of a stoned guy on a ZX7R at the burnout pad did they ??
In an aside (but on thread) I was doing a burn out BEFORE this on the road when a 1% (they were doing the security) abut 7 foot tall dropped his hand on my shoulder and said "take it to the pad" ... I SHIT myself
That was emabaressing but painless
I met the maddest buggers I ever have there, Kings Cross ambos...

i i will say i never lock my bike up anymore!!! had a few beers. decided to meet a friend at the strip bar for a beer or 2, came out at closing 15 beers later. hoped on my 12 started it up, clubs closing beautiful women everywhere. lit the back tire up rubber flyin, started to spin the bike do some donuts. shit the bike locked up ass end still doing 80. i was so wasted didnt know what happened all i knew was my bike was down(1st time ever) busted fairing, oil everywhere busted engine cover-- my drunk ass forgot to take off the disk lock in front. i have not locked my bike since. cost of new parts--2500. the next 2 weeks i spent with Victoria from the bar--priceless... never told anybody what happened the ones that were their just thought i dropped it the wrecker guy thought i busted a hose. there was freakin oil everywhere, i had the only sport bike there even wrecked waiting on the tow people complimented me on her they all said damn one of the harleys sprung a leak

LOL, all these stories i think help people feel not so bad about the stupid things that happen.

i have 2!!!

First: It had rained, not heaps, but enough to leave the roads very slippery, as the oil all over the road had coem to the surface, i was crusing along, then i came to a round-about which has some mega bad arse camber, so thought i would try tackling it with a little bit of haste, and bam, low sided it and the bike decided it wanted to keep going. Lucky for me there was some caring people around and everyone ran over and helped me up and wondered if i was still alive!!

Seconded: Gone on a ride with a butch of people who had cars, Basically turned up a gravel car park and decided to show a bit of a bike power, so sat on a bit of a show off burn out, anyway basically released the front a little to soo, and was heading for another car, so locked up the front and basically called Man over board!

Surprisling enough neither were on my own bike either!

then there was this one time, at halls gap, when it was pissing down, and we were leaving the motel to go for breakky... and i decided to dump the clutch (on a severely bald rear tyre) ....and a fully laden cbr, with me on it, was fishtailing up the road , ALMOST uncontrollably.... at one stage it whipped round so far i could almost see the fear in Deisels yes (he was behind me)...

DIDNT lose it...DIDNT look convincing.... thank buggeryy i didnt drop it then & there...

Had a Honda 1100 about 1983 , was young an didn't know better . Was leaving a blokes house and told him to check this out .
Popped up the front and looking back for his reaction didn't see a brick sitting on the road .
Front wheel down and hits the brick turning the bars and down we go .
It was only a narrow street and the bloke runs down to find me jammed under the back of a parked car .
Bike can't have been too bad , can't recall , so he wheels it back to his place and drives me off to the Alfred casualty department . Thought I might have broken my leg , bit of pain and couldn't stand .

Now the embarassing part My right foot and calf was in a cast from a non bike related accident , fu$king rabbit holes .
Couldn't drive a car but the bike wasn,t a problem .

Well didn't the nurses give me shit . "What were you doing yadayada "
Took ages to get Xrayed etc . Im sure they left me lieing in pain coz they thought / knew I was such a dickhead

Leg wasn't busted but spent a week on my back trying not to lie on gravel rash or bruises being looked after by a long suffering Mum who doesn't care if Im a dickhead . Gotta luv ya Mum

Hey Strika this is great good for a chuckle GREAT IDEA
Good to see nobody realy holds back

hmmm

well id say, mine would be riding to the beach on a boiling day in shorts and singlet, and getting sprung by dad on his way home from work, then stalling while trying to show off for my mates in their car..



so yeh never done that again.
i spose more of a you had to be there to see it and laugh at me moment..

I've dropped my bike 6 times now and each one pangs really bad with embarrassment, but two really stand out.

First was when I dropped it in my driveway and had no hope of picking him up and had to go ask my Hardley ridin' neighbour to pick it up for me.

Second one, I'm on my way to a friends house to show off my new pride and joy. It was pissin rain and had been all day. He had one of those driveways with a grass strip in the centre, concrete either side. I was aiming for the right hand strip of concrete but missed and hit the sopping wet grass. I was only going really slowly but knew as soon as my back wheel hit that grass I was in trouble.....and I really was. Down like a bag of you know what, while my bike did a complete 360 on its side. Oh yeah, and I intially forgot to let go of the throttle, so there was a huge rev just to mark the event. Impressive entrance I guess. Not a mark on either of us after we hosed the mud off. Amazing.

When i was still on my first bike (christ I had alot of embarrasing moments).

First one that I can remember, It was wet outside and I was going for a ride, and a friend was driving behind me, just took off from the mates house and came to a T intersection, thought, ha cool, i'll take off as fast as i can as soon as i get around the corner. Dumped the clutch and lost _complete_ control of the bike, it was fishtailing and nearly spat me off, by the time it finished I think i left a deposit in me budgie catchers!

Next one was riding with Ron (still on the first bike, before KSRC). I was thrashing the hell out of this poor Honda Spada 250, been around the world 3 times over. Was doing about 160kmph. Came over a crest and there was about 150 Cockys in the middle of the road at the bottom of the bend. They all took off before I got there but then turned around and I nearly took about 10 of em home. Ron apparantly found his hillarious, once again, I think i left a deposit in me budgie catchers..

Ohh, and when I first got my bike, I took it to a mates place on a friday night, while trying to move it further up the driveway, dropped it infront of everyone!! (yep, i'm look at me)..

Oh and getting beaten at the lights at intersection with a merging lane (2-into-1) by a bloke in a 4wd with a trailer attached to it, because of a false neutral, and then he stuck his finger up at me ahaha

I was on my gpx twofiddy one day, going to the tire place to get tires.... This is on Barrys Point Road in auckland.... where there are about 5 bike shops and two tire places.... so always abuzz with bikers on a saturday morning... I had recently been practising stoppies so thought i would pull one on the way in....

Long story short.... the stoppie didnt work.... but I managed to not look too much like a tool for that...

What DID make me look like a tool is that my shoe lace had got caught on my footpeg... so when I went to put my foot down..... I didnt... and simply fell over.....

dont worry... there were only about 50 people watching...

I'd been riding round on this ole 750 cruiser, which had great bottom end power and you could pull away without dialing any revs in at all.

So I went out and got a 1987 CBR600FH. First day on it, head up to London in peak hour and lane split to the lights (for those who know London, and it's peak hour traffic, A2 Greenwich Park). Light turn green and I pull away as I'm used to with no revs dialed in. Instant stall, and cars are now passing me on both sides. Clutch in and nothing. Damn the clutch switch is knackered. Find neutral, start it and really have the shits now. Launch the farker, and mono between the line of cars and make it to the next set of lights first Moral of the story, 80s sports bike have heaps of power high up in the revs, and bugger all below 3000rpm.

hmm, didn't know which one to post this too, but..
At a track day a couple of years ago, I was on about the 3rd lap and starting to hook into when I felt this flapping on my thigh.
I figured I'd check it on the straight as I didn't want to loose my posi.
As I got onto the straight I gunned it, tucked in and lifted my left hand of the bar and to my side to see if was my jacket front strap. At the speed I was going my hand got pushed back onto my leg, problem being the velcro strap on my glove wasn't on proply and the glove stuck to the velcro on my pants next to the knee slider. Dunno if you've tried but trying to pull velcro off sideways is quite difficult, especially at 200ks.
So there I am going down the straight at Eastern with my glove stuck to my knee trying to get it together to go thru turn 1.....
Luckily I ripped it of, went thru turn 1 unscathed, but I shit myself for a minute and it must have looked pretty stupid to those on pit wall...

Then theres the story of my first motocross race when I pulled up to the start line and as I went to put my foot on the ground, my boot got stuck between the footpeg and the brake. This happened as I was already leaning the bike onto that side.. So I fell over with both feet on the pegs looking like a total idiot.......

But it was ok cause I won.!!!!

OK, I didn't but it would have made up for it.. I actually pulled out of the race and the only person I beat was the guy who was coming around the outside of me as I pulled into the pits.

Joking..

I owned a CBR250R...