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Let out my inner hooligan....

first week i had the bike, I was working at a Dodge dealership in service. Saturday afternoon, all the bays are empty and the lifts up in the air for cleaning. I decided it would be a good idea to use the polished concrete as a skid pad. 
broke the rear end loose almost immediately and had a drift going up and down the length of the shop for nearly 2 mins...  

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On ‎10‎/‎3‎/‎2018 at 11:49 AM, sorkyah said:

Let out my inner hooligan....

first week i had the bike, I was working at a Dodge dealership in service. Saturday afternoon, all the bays are empty and the lifts up in the air for cleaning. I decided it would be a good idea to use the polished concrete as a skid pad. 
broke the rear end loose almost immediately and had a drift going up and down the length of the shop for nearly 2 mins...  

I used to do that in a shop with the fork-lifts, great fun!

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3 hours ago, Beemer said:

I used to do that in a shop with the fork-lifts, great fun!

Isn't it? 

When I worked for PetSmart DC

The stand-on Pallet riders held 2 pallets and were cumbersome, but there was a single pallet version that you could drift around the warehouse. Was really fun to do with a full pallet of cat litter bins or 80lb dog food bags. 

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2 hours ago, sorkyah said:

Isn't it? 

When I worked for PetSmart DC

The stand-on Pallet riders held 2 pallets and were cumbersome, but there was a single pallet version that you could drift around the warehouse. Was really fun to do with a full pallet of cat litter bins or 80lb dog food bags. 

Back way back when Kragen Auto was not O'rielly I worked in the warehouse in San jose.  We had races in the warehouse with the stand up lifts.  Well until someone spun it into a pack f oil can ladened palets.  Funnest time and job I had was at that warehouse. 

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Speaking of messes, when I was about age 19 I worked at a factory called Dolly Toy (they made childrens mobiles, etc.) in Tipp City, Oh. I was pushing a 55 gal. barrel of glue on a hand truck when I hit something in the floor that stopped me cold. The barrel weighed in right around 500 lbs. so I couldn't stop it's momentum when it went flying forward. The lid came off when it hit the floor and glue was all over the place. Ever mopped up real thick glue? Total sh*t day! 😒

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19 hours ago, Beemer said:

Speaking of messes, when I was about age 19 I worked at a factory called Dolly Toy (they made childrens mobiles, etc.) in Tipp City, Oh. I was pushing a 55 gal. barrel of glue on a hand truck when I hit something in the floor that stopped me cold. The barrel weighed in right around 500 lbs. so I couldn't stop it's momentum when it went flying forward. The lid came off when it hit the floor and glue was all over the place. Ever mopped up real thick glue? Total sh*t day! <img src=">

yes.... though never that much....
i have had to mop up Barge contact adhesive when i spilled a 1gal container while making a foam armor set. stuff glued the mop to the floor, along with my shoes and a pair of channel locks. shet was horrible.

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10 minutes ago, sorkyah said:

yes.... though never that much....
i have had to mop up Barge contact adhesive when i spilled a 1gal container while making a foam armor set. stuff glued the mop to the floor, along with my shoes and a pair of channel locks. shet was horrible.

Jeez, contact adhesive, that's even worse. Would've been easier just to throw a match on it and walk away (assuming it's flammable) but we know where that would get ya.

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Just now, Beemer said:

Jeez, contact adhesive, that's even worse. Would've been easier just to throw a match on it and walk away but we know where that would get ya.

in my dad's garage, that wouldve been a bullet or two whizzing at me... plus the possible loss of my personal belongings and housing(my room was above the garage)

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On ‎7‎/‎9‎/‎2018 at 12:15 AM, Cruizin said:

I was a kid when Evel Knievel attempted the Snake River jump. At the time I was like 8 years old and had a little Honda 70cc dirtbike. There was this large field between my house and the local Highschool and the football field was also next to it. The Football field had flooded pretty bad and next to it in the field they had to dig down to the buried culvert pipe that was like 15 feet deep underground.  They left this big gap uncovered over the weekend and it was like 10-12 feet wide. 

 

I saw the failed jump of the Snake River canyon and thought to my self that it looked an awful lot like that big dug out culvert gap in the field so i got to work building the shittiest ramp you have ever seen out of scrap wood and crap. 

 

Bt then all the neighborhood kids came over to see what i was up to and word spread a nice crowd of kids developed to see if i would kill myself trying to jump the little canyon there in the field in Maine. 

 

I couldn't chicken out. Besides all my friends being there this girl named lisa was also present and i had this serious crush on her. If I chickened out it would be bad rep. 

 

I took as long of an approach as I could get and hit that shetty ramp at full speed which was probably around 50 mph, I cleared the gap and crashed the front wheel and flipped over at a high rate of speed about ten feet beyond the gap. 

 

I broke my left ankle, my right wrist, and two ribs that the handlebars jammed up into. I also split my chin open and knocked out two teeth and had blood all over my face. I was knocked out, the handlebars took all the wind out of me and the force of my chin slamming into the ground knocked me out cold. 

 

The force of the impact also broke both front forks clean off from the bike.  

 

This was the absolute dumbest thing that I have ever done on a motorcycle.  But my reputation at school went to a full 10 on the charts. 

 

My reputation with my parents dropped to an all time low. 

OMG! I love that story! Someone could almost make a movie out of that. And to think that in the end it was really all for a girl. You big softy! 💒

Beemer

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On ‎7‎/‎9‎/‎2018 at 12:17 PM, mossrider said:

Buddy and I are knee down +100 in a 25mph right hander. I'm on the centerline, he's going around the outside in oncoming lane. Here comes soccer mom in a suburban the other way. I tighten my turn and start to slide, bad. He deftly drifts his turn wide and goes around her on the far white line. She filled her pants and sat there in the middle of the road for some time terrified.  She was still there when we came back through.

 

Years later, same buddy now T5 para from crash, is test riding our latest build. We put landing gear and airshifter on his ZX 12 and he's velcroed on the seat. We got this. I'm following in his handicrapped equiped crown Vic. He pulls onto 4lane US highway and landing gear force him into side of pickup going 65mph. Dude looks at him like he's a lunatic (which he is). He checks up, I nearly rear end him, and shrug to the dude gesticulating at my buddy laying on the hood of his truck. Buddy zooms away and I find him crashed in ditch at next off ramp. I confiscate the ZX and we build him handicrapped Spyder. He can now be found on his second Spyder on the appropriate forums. 

 

Love that kid!

For a second there I thought you were going to say >>> years later, she was still there. The thought of it cracked me up a little, though.

Beemer

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I haven't done much crazy stuff in the States but I did when I spent a year in Japan. I was on a Ducati ST2, had a lot of near misses from other drivers but didn't do much stupid stuff unless I was in the mountain passes or with my friends. One time in a Shizuoka mountain pass I downshifted way harder than I should have, with my rear wheel sliding all over at 120 kmph just meters before a turn. Keep in mind the guard rails lead nowhere, I talked to a guy at the dealership who went off once and had to get helicoptered out. Also spent hours riding around in snow and ice up north once, managed to not fall despite nearly worn out square tires.

Aside from that, I guess passing Japanese police at triple the speed limit and being ignored, posing for speed cameras (bikes in Japan don't have front plates), weaving through traffic at speeds that my friends on smaller bikes couldn't even reach...

Most of that's out of my system now and I ride safe compared to those times 😉

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5 hours ago, Andreas said:

I ride safe compared to those times 😉

From what you stated..that still leaves a LOT of room for dangerous behavior. 😄

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I haven't had enough experience on the road yet but when I still raced motocross I was at a track in the DFW area and the track management gave our heat only 5 minutes to learn the track. Needless to say it wasn't enough time to learn the whole thing.

 

Whenever I got 2 laps in I started picking up my pace to start getting prepared for racing speeds. I ended up thinking I was at a different section of the track and pinned it on a double. Turns out it was actually a speed check that dropped off STEEP. 

 

I bottomed out my suspension and broke my ankle. According to the Dr it was a rare fracture and I bruised the bone in my other ankle. I had the worst time trying to take a shower or sh*t for months after that! 20181227_125502.thumb.jpg.6f04a49c477e2744d32840e72f40611d.jpg20181227_125515.thumb.jpg.004116f87dd77b16dd4d11330bb8fd83.jpg

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Last year I was riding solo down the hwy, three 1% bikers had decided that my lowly 1200 wasnt big enough to pass. They blocked off the two fast lanes and swerved in front of me whenever I tried to pass. Instead of heading this warning like a normal guy, I gave the reigns to my ego and thought to myself: "when in doubt throttle out", dropped it down to 4th, pinned it, and made a "jerk off" motion as I recklessly passed through two of their three bikes. What I didnt take into consideration was that these dudes had alot of top end power in their bikes. They pursued me for about an hour on my commute revving engines, honking horns, pointing for me to pull over, and probably using some unchoice words, I couldn't hear under my full face. The cool part about being on a smaller bike was that as soon as traffic hit I split the lane at 80 and lost those barbarians. Youd think the story was over here, but the plot thickens. At about 7pm I decided to attend an AA bonfire meeting on the beach. Low and behold the 3 bikers showed up, after an awkward 15minutes of maddawging I approached them. I'm a bigger dude with a CCW, glock 19,  and 7 years of boxing and jistsu under my.belt so I wasnt to worried about 3 fat assholes tbh. We ended up laughing when I said "you guys really suck at splitting lanes" then they said they just wanted me to ride with them (I think they wanted to kick me off my bike tbh but whatever) gave me a couple stickers for their MC, and we talked bikes and sobriety all night.

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1973, I was 22 or so and we'd been at a party.  A little drinking, not legally drunk but just enough to loosen us up.  There was 2 of us, me on a CB750 and Bill on his new Z900.  We were rat racing around the neighborhoods when a cop started following us, WITH HIS HEADLIGHTS TURNED OFF.  We both had passengers on the back.  My passenger spotted the cop following us when he went under a street light.  We were coming up to the top of a hill with a very long downhill just over the crest.  My passenger leaned forward as we were approaching the crest and said "there's a cop following us, speed up (I was leading), when you go over the crest, turn your lights out and open it up and get the he** out of here!"  So I did exactly what he said, of course.  Luckily we were in a part of the development where several close friends lived and there were street lights spaced pretty evenly along the streets.  I was just familiar enough with the roads to navigate them at a mostly insane rate of speed that that CB could muster.  We flew down that long hill and hung a right (street lite at the corner, that helped) and gunned it down a long undulating straight, came to a T in the road and took another right.  All this time my passenger was telling me where to turn and egging me on to go faster.  The last right we took took us out  onto a loop, a big circle of houses with no exit except the way we went in.  I then proceeded to loose control on a slight rise/bend in the road about 100 yards from our last right turn and ended up sprawled out in the middle of the road with the bike laying next to me.  My passenger, Bob shushed me and we both lay there and listened to the cop car (Fairfax County, VA) stop at the T intersection where we turned right, we both decided he was listening for my bikes exhaust to tell him which way to go.  Anyway, he heard nothing so he turned left, he probably figured who would be dumb enough to go into a loop with no exit. We remounted, drove the bike to a friends who lived on the loop and stashed the bike in his back yard and walked back to the party.

So, the craziest thing I ever did was outrun the cops and got away with it because I crashed.  Bill on the Z went left at the T and a little later got arrested at gunpoint on Fort Hunt Rd. and spent 10 days in jail.

Moral of the story:  Don't drink and ride. (And set your bike up so you can turn all the lights off).

Short story long, the whole thing lasted about a minute, except the walk back to the party, and it probably took you 10 minutes to read and understand it.

Please Mister Fantasy play us a tune, something to make us all happy.    Stevie Winwood / Traffic, 1967

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It's a toss up between racing the Macau GP (think Isle of Man but in a dense Chinese city) and being the only person I know of to jump turn 1 ditch at Willow Springs Raceway and not only survive but not crash at all after getting 50' of air time over dirt and rock on slick tires. 

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Doing an early morning ride in the hill country, at about 70mph I approach fresh road kill that a buzzard is chowing down on. As in most times as you approach the buzzard will get airborne...……...this turkey (buzzard) ate so much he was having a hard time getting some altitude. He shifted directions to get in the wind which put him on a head on collision course with me. Needless to say we had a slight encounter, he hit the tip of my windshield and seeing this was going to happen I put my head down and he hits the top of my half helmet and knocks it to the back of my head. No worries I maintain control and stop and make some adjustments.  Not to spoil a good riding day I continue on into the hills. Doing some nice twisties I approach a blind turn and guess what's coming at me...……….a sports bike on its side (with no driver) sliding in my direction. Apparently the guy lost control and he was some where in the brush. Hitting the brakes in time I hit the bike at about 2 mph, only some scratches and a bruise on my ankle. So finally getting home I get off the bike to open the garage door and take off my helmet and a wasp stings me on my neck.  Everything was cool until getting stung. Another quick story which took place in the early '70's. I was riding my CB750 down this country road to a nice river for a break which I have done many times before. I make the final turn down to the river and what is waiting for me...………..parked next to the river is about 25 choppers belonging the Bandidos mc club. Not to appear like a coward  and trying to be cool I park my little Japanese mc right next to them. Much to my surprise they were really cool to me being there, they offered me a beer and some of that smelly smoking stuff. After a pleasant conversation I kindly excused myself and got the hell out of there.  I'm 70 and been riding since the early '60's, I sure do enjoy this hobby of ours.

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9 hours ago, Vex said:

we talked bikes and sobriety all night.

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“Laws that forbid the carrying of arms disarm only those who are neither inclined nor determined to commit crimes.” --Thomas Jefferson quoting Cesare Beccaria

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Is this precrazy? I want to surf/tour/ride (attached with my board(s) and everything else to my bike too) on every continent and drink their beers/local brew. (and maybe spread my seed...)

#1 I added surf racks to my SV650 and rode around with a 10' 50# Cooperfish Nose Devil long board

(some surfers think i might be crazy for putting such a nice board on a motorcycle... )

But I was only a few miles from the ocean. 

One pothole might have slammed the board on the pavement....Duuuude!!!

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