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Sitting at a light today with my bride, minding my own business. Up beside me pulls some nitwit in a crotch-rocket. He looks over at me several times and then starts reving up the bike. Lets out the clutch a few times and sort of jerks forward.
Now let's think about this folks. I'm 53. My wife is 50. Is this the sort of couple apt to drag race in the middle of the day on a public road?
Finally the light turns and he drops the hammer. Burns rubber out in front of me. THEN, going about 30, he pulls up the front wheel and flies down the road in front of me.
Oops! One big problem. He KEEPS pulling up the front wheel and when he gets up around 50, the rear wheel overtakes the front wheel and bike does a graceful summersault in front of me while rider takes to the air back AT me.
As bike lands and flies down the road dispensing about half of its parts all over the roadway, rider hits the ground and starts rolling very quickly toward me. The black beast decides that it's time to find another road or run over the fool (and it was a REALLY hard decision), so we decide to detour onto the front yard of a house beside the roadway. Fortunately, he has no curb and we just practice doughnuts in the front yard while the beast slows down, doing so to the accompaniment of a blood-curdling scream from Ms. Lope.
I pull into the man's driveway and park. He comes out to see why I've decided to rotor-till his front yard and I explained why I thought it might be a good idea today. We both decided that it was a close decision and that running over the idiot might've been a blessing for the gene pool. Said idiot is now holding his presumably broken arm and running around like a chicken with his head cut off, picking up bits and pieces of his motorcycle. The police arrive and after hearing this young man's tearful story of hitting an oil slick and having nothing to do with the carnage, I interjected that he may be embellishing his story somewhat and that I'd seen something a bit different. I may not be on this young man's Christmas card list this year.
What a day!
Last edited by JACKAL0PE; Oct 9, 2004 at 06:44 PM.
Glad you're ok. I see far too many of these lugnuts around here. Don't get me wrong. I have no problems with bikes (sport or otherwise) I rode a bike for 30 years, but I have no tolerance for these idiots with the wheelies on the street. What are they thinking. I hope the idiot looses his license.
Doing wheelies at speed and in traffic seems to be a growing trend everywhere. Glad you and your wife are OK. Glad the bike is gone. Sorry 'bout its rider, but he asked for it and is lucky to be alive.
From: HOW FAST WAS I GOING OFFICER? Los Angeles Hating GM Dealership Service Dept.'s Since Sept. 2004
St. Jude Donor '04-'05-'06-'07
Great delivery Jack! OMG! I was litterally roflamo!
Glad you Ms. Lope and your car are okay tho. I'm gonna be lol all night. Me and some of the guys are getting together again tonight. Thanks!
If you hadn't gone off the road & roto-tilled the yard, the whole story would have been hilarious. Well, it still kinda is, but you ran into some trouble yourself. Serves the moron right.
Sitting at a light today with my bride, minding my own business. Up beside me pulls some nitwit in a crotch-rocket. He looks over at me several times and then starts reving up the bike. Lets out the clutch a few times and sort of jerks forward.
Now let's think about this folks. I'm 53. My wife is 50. Is this the sort of couple apt to drag race in the middle of the day on a public road?
Finally the light turns and he drops the hammer. Burns rubber out in front of me. THEN, going about 30, he pulls up the front wheel and flies down the road in front of me.
Oops! One big problem. He KEEPS pulling up the front wheel and when he gets up around 50, the rear wheel overtakes the front wheel and bike does a graceful summersault in front of me while rider takes to the air back AT me.
As bike lands and flies down the road dispensing about half of its parts all over the roadway, rider hits the ground and starts rolling very quickly toward me. The black beast decides that it's time to find another road or run over the fool (and it was a REALLY hard decision), so we decide to detour onto the front yard of a house beside the roadway. Fortunately, he has no curb and we just practice doughnuts in the front yard while the beast slows down, doing so to the accompaniment of a blood-curdling scream from Ms. Lope.
I pull into the man's driveway and park. He comes out to see why I've decided to rotor-till his front yard and I explained why I thought it might be a good idea today. We both decided that it was a close decision and that running over the idiot might've been a blessing for the gene pool. Said idiot is now holding his presumably broken arm and running around like a chicken with his head cut off, picking up bits and pieces of his motorcycle. The police arrive and after hearing this young man's tearful story of hitting an oil slick and having nothing to do with the carnage, I interjected that he may be embellishing his story somewhat and that I'd seen something a bit different. I may not be on this young man's Christmas card list this year.
Glad you're ok. I see far too many of these lugnuts around here. Don't get me wrong. I have no problems with bikes (sport or otherwise) I rode a bike for 30 years, but I have no tolerance for these idiots with the wheelies on the street. What are they thinking. I hope the idiot looses his license.
Paul
Thanks Paul.
Hell, I've got a 75 Yamaha RD350 in my basement right now and I'm thinking Harley Sportster in a few years when I retire. I have no problem with motorcycles. I DO have problems with fools however.
After listening to the cop, I doubt he'll get much punishment. After all, he didn't hit anyone and the cops weren't there to see his actions so I don't think he even got a ticket. There's no law against falling off a motorcycle.
It will however, be awhile before he rides that particular one again and it'll take a few bucks to get it back in shape. Thankfully, it was a painful but not tragic lesson in how to ride safely. Hopefully he'll pay attention to it.
If you hadn't gone off the road & roto-tilled the yard, the whole story would have been hilarious. Well, it still kinda is, but you ran into some trouble yourself. Serves the moron right.
Thanks Lager, but it wasn't really a big deal for me (other than the wife screaming her *** off). The beast needed washing anyway.
BTW, how do you get grass stains off exhaust pipes?