Did you ever:

 

Let's face it. However good we think we are, we've all had those moments that you helplessly watch as they unfold ahead of you, and which you can do sod all about. Usually they end in a crunch and a whimper, often accompanied by a sharp pain in the wallet immediately afterwards. The one factor unique to all of these unplanned happenings is the resulting humiliation. If you didn't feel a total tart afterwards, it wasn't a big enough disaster. Of course it helps if you have an audience, willing to pass on the news to your mates. But cock-ups happen to everyone, so maybe your mates have got a few secrets themselves.

This is a sort of confessional spot, initially intended for me to unburden some of the motorcycling guilt I have accumulated over a few years. But happily other riders also seem to want to get stuff of their chests. Who am I to deny them the comfort?

If you have a suitable tale to add to this pile of woe, please email it to me at markwaters@lineone.net . Anonymity will be preserved if you wish. Only restrictions are that this is meant to be funny, so I won't put in anything that involved the participants in life threatening injuries or worse. Anyone who wants to have an "I've got more steel pins in my body than you" competition can start their own site!

To open, here are a few of my own……..

 

 

I left the steering lock on, and rode a mile only ever turning right. Then I crashed up the kerb and through the door of a chip shop, when trying to take the first left turn, finding the bike wouldn't go that way - Read the whole shameful story here

I did the same thing two weeks later outside a mate's house with all his neighbours watching!

Ever hold your bike upright by gripping one end of the bars, only to find that the grip was sliding off, and watch the bike slowly fall over and crunch?

Watch somebody else do the same, and try not to laugh?

After refitting the carbs, find your bike wouldn't start? Get a mate to give you a bump start, only to find when the engine fires that the throttles are jammed wide open, firing you up on one wheel, out of a junction , and across a main road before you manage to find the kill switch?

Go to overtake a line of cars up a hill, only to have the throttle cable break, just after you'd passed the first car?

Fall off on ice, see your boss driving towards you, wave for a hand, and watch him wave back and drive past?

Ever doze off while riding your bike on a cold wet windy night, and wake up five miles down the road, unable to remember how the hell you got there?

I went touring, only to have a rectifier fail and drain the battery charge, making the engine cut in and out every time the indicators flashed.

Then tried to get back from Hawes in Yorkshire to Leeds without any battery power. Got caught in the middle of Skipton town at traffic lights. Ever tried to hold the engine at 8000RPM to stop it dying, while trying to look real casual?

Grateful to Malcolm Evans of the Kettle Club for the next two

While trying to kick start your Kettle ('cos the battery was too flat to turn over on the electric start) not realise you were leaning over more and more until you were lying with it across your left leg (like John Wayne after his horse has just been shot out from under him ) in an empty set of lock up garages. While wondering what to do next, cos you just can't lift the effing thing off your leg, you feel the damp and smell the petrol.....funny were the strength comes from init?

Take the sidecar off and go solo for a day. Pull up and stop tight on the right side of a taxi at a set of red lights, and forget to put your feet down? the bike slowly leaned and trapped my leg against the drivers door so I couldn't move, my boot was trapped on the peg, he could not get out, and the cowhorns stopped him pulling down his window down. The real embarrassment was trying to explain the situation to people crossing the road, and begging them for some help.

 

Now try these ones from Phil Parsons - Note how Phil never neglects that essential "audience"

Pull up at a mates house on a 4stroke dirt bike (SP400 Suzuki) and go to do an all-in-one poser kick-down of the sidestand, before jumping off the bike without putting my feet down - only to discover the lace on my combat boot had untied and wrapped round the gear lever. Too late to correct it, and I remained on the bike while it gracefully fell on its side, with all my mate's kids in the window watching.

Go to visit a relation in the snow and ice, just for kicks on my Honda XL125. Fell off on his road, and arrived at his house sliding along, lying on the floor on my side, still seated on XL, only to discover his two lads in the garden watching me come to a stop outside their house. (They have subsequently both grown up and bought motorcycles so maybe it was a positive experience )

Go to the local pub and have someone bet that you can't feet up "donut" a Superdream. Almost managing to prove them wrong until the handlebars came loose halfway round. They rotated, lifting weight from the front wheel and causing a small wheelie then falling off incident.

Going to the local pub and donut-ing my brother's Superdream only to have the chain snap and splatter the crowd with shattered bits of links (Nasty).

And finally, the one people find most amusing (Yes Phil - I thought so too.. Rotweiller)

Managing to run myself over with my own bike - It was the SP400 , and it suffered from the model failing of particularly crap kick-start metal. Usually I just bump-started it to lengthen the time between re-welds / re-makes.

I bumped it in second gear, and was just gracefully swinging a leg over it without stopping, in one fluid motion, when the engine cut dead.

Dead 400cc single 4 stroke = instant engine braking, so I fell over the handlebar crossbar and landed with my head on the mudguard. Then the bastard thing snatched over compression and restarted, dragging me flailing up the road. I managed to recover it 40meters up the road, but noticed a mate's mum watching. Oh yeah they had a good laugh at that one at the pub, and at the local bike shops ....

(Gentle reader, this man also built a 120 cc Yamaha FS1E, which did 80 MPH.)

 

Come on - What do you want to own up to? Tell Rotweiller at markwaters@lineone.net

 

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