Hows about we share some weird arse things that you either do, or used to do on a motorbike!!!!!!!
Once again.......happy to kick orf!
When I returned to motorcycling in 1989/90 after four or five years break, I decided to actually go an get my licence
So went back to a 250. I bought two stuffed Z250B's and made one immacualte one out of it! I rode that bloody thing everywhere.But, I did have a really weird habit, which continued once I got my TZR250, and unfortunately, for a few more bikes after that. Thankfully I can now say, that this behaviour is no longer possible, as I don't drink! And, please understand, that back then, being a little bit over was no biggie! Seriously, if you weren't plastered or a nearly dead, mostly they let you on your way! Ahem!!!
Anyhoo, I used to do this often, ......I'd go out on a pissy night with the boys, not do any good with the girlies, get home pissed at some ungodly hour-anything from 1-4am! and then, decide in my alcohol induced mindset, that it would be a good idea to pack up the gearsack, get into my dry rider gear, stow the tent and sleeping back, and just ride till I got tired enough to pitch the tent!
Yeah yeah, I know, It's just wrong isn't it, but, we weren't that well educated about such things back then.Often I would ride till almost asleep, then just pull over on any bit of grass, pitch the tent, roll out the sleeping bag, smoke a spliff and crash out.
I can recall, on more than one occasion, .....waking up.....having pitched my tent on ..........Someones front lawn
, A median strip , 1 foot from a 30 foot drop off I didn't see the night before , Oh, and once too fecked to pitch the tent, kipped out under the awning of the local CFA. Who very kindly woke me the next morning with a little burst of the siren 
