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[Anonymous]

First ever Harley ride.

This is one you can mark up on the embarassing side. Riding home from Sacramento this last Sunday. Ya...Ya... I was getting low on gas, but only had about 10 miles to go and hadn't even switched into reserve yet. About 2 miles from the back gate Suzi starts complaining about the lack of go juice, so I reach down and switch her into reserve. I mean crappola, 2 miles on reserve.......eaaaaaaaaaaasy. Well Suzi starts to buck and complain about her plight in life and off I pull onto the side of the road. I pull the fuel line and there is barely even a drop coming out of the tank. Seems my petcock has decided that having a reserve is just coddling me too much. So I park the bike well off the road and start my trek. Some dude on a Harley just at that moment pulls up (Sportster 1200) and asks if I need some help. You betcha, I hop on and get a ride to base. It was great that he had stopped, but I have to say that sitting pillion on a Harley (of course giving this guy a bear hug from behind) was very uncomfortable, but not as bad as walking. I wish I could remember his name. Thanks to whoever you are.

[Anonymous]

Hows this for embarassing? I took my bike to the local car wash to clean it up... I've got a pretty fair looking bike (a few dings in the pipes) and felt like showing off (plus i live in an apt and can't wash it there).

After finishing what i dare say was an exellent cleaning job, I strap down my helmet, put on my jacket, mounted the seat, fired up Larry, and proceded to drop him... right into the puddle of wash-water I had left. :roll:

I have no idea how many people saw that but it sure felt like the whole world was there watching.

[moto_dan]

I'll contribute

One embarrassing moment(there have been several since I began riding in '65) was on my first bike '63 Honda 50 sport. I was following one of the local beauties who was riding shotgun with her Mom around the town square in Comanche, TX on a Saturday afternoon, when I popped a wheelie, much to her delight. At the top of my gigantic 12" wheelie her Mom stops the car right in front of me, pulling in the clutch I immediately dropped the front wheel and as the leading link front suspension compressed, my front wheel stuck under the rear bumper of their car. I jumped off my bike ran to the drivers side window and very politely asked the Mom(who didn't know what had happened) not to move while I very sheepishly unstuck my still upright bike from the bumper of a '62 Ford. Still a good reminder of how not to impress the ladies.

[Anonymous]

new but I just have to

in about '73 I had just bought a used Suzi TM250(motocrosser) and was riding for the second or third time on an ad hoc track some of us had made at a construction site( new subdivision ) instead of checking that there had been no changes to our track I just started riding full out until I got to my favorite jump, It was only when the front wheel left the ground that I realized that someone had removed the other side of the hill(well it was a construction site afterall) so I was airborne and had been expecting a nice down slope to land on and what I had was a flat place about 15 feet lower.


I ended up planting the front wheel in the ground, kissing the bars spliting my lip but remarkably not loosing any teeth, driving the forks about and inch or two up from where they belonged. then when the rear wheel landed and bounced I went airborne all by myself, landing a few feet away. after a few choice comments on how rude they were to move my hill, I got the bike started and rode home to explain the split lip to my folks, and spend a few days making sure all the pieces of the bike were firmly attached. I never rode motocross again without walking the track.

Now that I'm back on a street bike after almost 20 years (Y'all know what kind of grin I have on my face right now?) I hope to have nothing to post on this thread.

Robert