no 1,startin in gear wiv no clutch!shootin forward an hittin a car an spillinall my oil [stupid harley push fit cap!!]on he ground in front of a huge crowd of bikers!at west bay [were yu there?]no 2,gettin of at a fillin station wiv no stand down again in front of fellow bikers!!!!! whats yours?
Many years ago, i used to ride an old air cooled gpz750. i went to the R&B rally. The front wheel went into a rut in the ground and i ended up pinned underneath the flipping thing!
I did it right in front of a load of blokes and they had to pick it up off me
Not 'bike' related, but.....
Well, being graced with an uncanny gift of putting my foot in it, I was sat at work bitching about the dress code (blokes wear shirt and tie - women wear whatever they want) in particular a certain female who dressed in raggy T-shirts and jeans. Not fair when you have to suffer with a tie on!! Unbeknown to me her husband was sitting right behind me and heard every word.
Note to self - put brain in gear before putting gob in motion
did that to was there for ages thinkin me gearbox was shot!!!gearbox did grind to pieces with a terrible noise once broke everythin but it wasnt embarssin cos noone was there!!
If you are a little bit short like me you'll understand this one :)
This happened years ago on my old CB750, despite having cut about an inch of foam out of the seat, i was still only on tippytoes when sitting on the bike.
I pulled up to park alongside a long line of bikes after a ride out and happened to pull up in a bit of a dip - i of course couldn't touch the ground AT ALL - me and the bike went over - and then so did about a dozen others - like dominoes - OOOOOOOOOOOOps - VERY EMBARASSING
Went to town in my dad's car, sister was driving, we parked the car and went off and did our shopping, then got on the BUS to go home
We take after our mum, the original BLONDE. She mis-dialed a phone number and when she put the phone down she said....
..."why do they answer if it's the wrong number?"
One of my most embarrassing moments (there have been many lol) has to be when I was a teenager and was sent home from school cos I had taken 'poorly', on the way home I passed out and a man gave me a lift home in his car; when he walked me to the door my mum said "thanks for bringing her home, I expect she's started her monthlies"
TMI Mother!!!
BMW boxer..rider not wearing boots on a warm day. Pull up at traffic lights, put right foot down.
Flapping trouser leg hooks over the top of the carb, foot can't get down in time...WHOOPS!
I've never lifted a dropped bike so quickly!
The following story is true and over a pint I could name names. Back in the 70s we had a company depatch rider who couldn't belive his luck being paid to ride a big BMW.
One winter he gave a colleage a lift home. Imagine the scene...pilion passenger in a lounge suit with ill-fitting emergency crash helmet. It's brass monkey weather and the chap on the back is clinging to every bit of warmth he can possibly find.
Eventually they get there and the passenger climbs off and offers thanks through chattering teeth. Suddenly he rolls over backwards on the pavement. So what do you think had happened? (scroll down for the answer)
These were the 1970s, remember. In an effort to keep his feet warm, he'd rested them on the exhaust pipes and not the foot pegs. But plastic stacked heels and platform soles can melt in the heat....
Mine was a few years ago, I was at a petrol station and my bike wouldnt start, the local hells angels rode in, tried to help me , OH GOD I THOUGHT, still not start, suddenly it hit me.......engine cut off switch was on.
Doesnt say much for me, i worked as an instructor for two years.!!!!
Actually Tango man it was on the way to West bay......good fish and chips.
You were probably with neither Sheila or Maggie which is even more embarassing
With regards to the bill - all bike owners were there and only one wing mirror was damaged (how, i don't know!) so you best keep searching Tango Man
Talking about dropping bikes......
While riding round Scotland last Year, we stopped at a brewery north of Inverness for a tour round. Both me and the ex were on a very well loaded Sprint ST. Slowed down in the car park looking for a space and just plain forgot to put my feet down. Never has a Triumph hit the floor so gracefully, however both the ex and I had our right legs trapped under the bike so we were flapping round like fish out of water. Several people ran over, but it took a fair bit of lifting.
Luckily the panniers full of clothes took most of the brunt so damage was minimal. Yup.....pride was the most damaged thing there.
And that was BEFORE the free dram!!