Do close calls count?

Pulling up to a light next to a harley...I'm basically stopped, start leaning to my right - my foot doesn't make it to the ground. My shoelace got caught...I stood on it with all my weight - shredded the lace but was able to save myself from laying it over in the middle of the road.

yeah takes a while to wash off the gay :lol:

Unfortunately, this one has happened more than once. :/

Out on a group ride with friends...I wear my gear all the time...they don't. So...they are standing there waiting after a fuel stop as I gear up....get on the bike, reach down to turn the key...to discover the key is NOT in the ignition, it's in my pocket.

Lots of swearing and name calling as I remove the gauntlet, get the key, put the gauntlet back on and ride away. :lmao:

I have, unfortunately, duplicated this several times. I've also skipped the step of putting my helmet on and fastening it and gone right to getting my gloves on and fastened... only to go "Shit" and have to take the gloves back off. Always in front of people, of course.

the first ride after buying and bringing my bike home... the snow hadn't cleared out of my drive way but the roads were clear... so I coasted down and rode off... rode around for a while then came back... tried to walk up and dropped the bike a couple times (into the snow so no marks... but I couldn't get any footing and trying to push a 400lb bike up hill sucked :lol:

the only time I ever killed the bike was at a light talking to a hot girl from work...

my Kawi had a appetite for miss shifts before i changed to synthetic oil... it was embarrassing any time I got on it hard and found a false neutral.

oh... and I looped my fuck'n bike in the middle of nowhere Indiana after riding 4000 miles from North Dakota to FL and back up to Indy... just lost concentration and the clutch lever slipped outta my fingers at a light. then had to come back and explain to all the fuck tards here what happened...

:zowned: = me

I can put that can-o-tuna to shame. 1992 GSXR 750. Pink and proud.

http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m...138/clean2.jpg



Tipped it over in the drive way twice while cleaning it. My wife was the only one who saw...and I wasn't embarrassed, I was pissed.

yeah, it's one thing to drop a blue and white one but a pink one adds insult to injury :lol:

Marko, I had the exact same bike! Blue wheels for me though! :D

Was on my way to work on a 1981 CX500 I'd just finished fixing up, so I was taking it pretty easy. As the road opened up past town, a small pickup truck towing a trailer started to pull alongside me. I figured, geez, he was in one heck of a hurry. Then I saw he was pointing at me.

Crap.

So, I immediately pull over to see what was wrong with the bike, expecting anything from a dead taillight to billowing flames.

In fact, I had just dragged a 50-foot, bright yellow extension cord almost five miles from my driveway, snagged on my kickstand. Down a gravel driveway, a dirt road, three 90-degree turns, a set of s-curves, and a good 3 miles at 60 MPH, with only a vague idea that the 25-year-old rear shocks would have to go :idk:

No kidding. I've never seen one with blue wheels...black but not blue. Where they off of the blue and white 92?