Ever had that "Oh Sheet" moment?

[Flyboy]

Hahaha, I think we have all had a few moments like that.
The shifter is an easy fix, longer bolt with a nyloc nut at the back as backup, keeps it nice and tight, no more worn splines from loose bolt.

I have had too many Ohhhhh Sheet moments to recall, but one of the most memorable, and one which will stay with me for ever;
One afternoon, on the 1000G in a hurry to get back to the office for knock off time, cranking hell for leather, doing a 100 to the ton down a two lane dual carrigeway, which ended in a right hand corner and then 50m further a T junction, at which I turn left, so if you cauht the lights green, you could do a niffty little, crank it over right, as you hit the apex, flip it over to the left and catch the second apex and blast through.
Well, as I was approaching the right hand bend, placed myself nicely on the outside of the two lanes, lined up for the apex, cranked her over, right over, pegs dragging, and as I cut the apex of the turn, I see a muncipal bus ahead sloshing diesel all over the road from an obviously over full gas tank, right through both bends.... FUUUUUUUUUUU........
I am living proof that you can indeed live for several minutes with your heart at a complete stand still.
I stayed on top, and managed to get through, Lord only knows how, because I don't, last thing I remember was being in a two wheel slide heading for the kerb, cranked right over, waiting for the sickening noise and the pain.

[Dogma]

Good one. I guess you already had a 3rd point down, do it couldn't fall over, eh?

[Mad Mark]

yeah ive had that moment haha. it was on a little mini bike though, a honda 50 with a 110cc engine in it and this thing was pretty fast. i was trying to get it running for a friend before going to the desert and thought i would take it in the street and rip through the gears to clean out the carb a little. now this thing was abused no plastic left on it everything bent or broken off, front brake lever was gone.

so im in second gear going pretty fast toward a intersection and its wet out and i think the throttle stuck and i went for back brake oh sheet!!!! theres no back brake!!! or front brake!!! and im right at the cross street with a mini van coming at me. so i thought i gotta lay it down. and some how i managed to do a perfect dirt track slide right next to the mini van to stop my self from getting hit. and i didnt lay it down too. woo i ended up walking it the few house lengths back to friends after that. most scared ive been on a bike in a long time.

[Flyboy]

Another, shall we say, uuurrrmm, memorable moment was at Oshkosh 2007, in this case it involved the sampling of other cultures without a bike of any sort in sight.
Oshkosh 2007, around the camp fire, putting away a few cold ones, talking all things aviation and generally chewing the fat, a mate and myself are chatting to two ANG Black Hawk drivers who happened to stop by and see what the South African invasion of the Dairy State was all about.
Now this is one of those where you had to be there to appriciate the humour of the situation and one that any self respecting American who has a persuasion to 'chewing' will relate to in a heartbeat, alas I digress.
So Capt. Cool with Ray Bans and a squadron patch is merrily chewing away on a wad of chewing tobacco, chomp, chomp, chomp, spit, chomp, chomp...
Now never having tried this and seen it plenty in films and movies and TV, I decide, mmmmmm, gotta try this, hey, when in Rome.....
So after asking Top Gun if he minds me trying a wad of his prize leaf, he looks at his mate, the mate looks back at him and they grin at each other.
Now I should have taken my cue from that and headed for the hills for all I was worth, but no, we are going to do this.
Capt. Cool reaches into his pouch, produces the merest sliver of tobacco and hands me this morsel along with instructions on how to tuck it up in the back of your cheek blah blah blah, with the words I will never forget as long as I live and breath. "What ever you do, don't swallow"
Yeah, yeah yeah, right with such a punny piece of leaf, why should I need to.

Well, I swear, to this day I have no idea how that little morsel of tobacco is able to generate what seems to have been around 47 gallons of saliva in about a half a second flat. FUUUUUUUU......
Within half a second, i was standing there looking like a chipmunk with its whole winter store of nuts in its cheeks, while my saliva glands were only just starting to come onto the power band and pumping out spit, snot and God only knows what, at a rate that would have put a fire hydrant to shame.
All the while in the back of my head, all I could hear were the warning words "What ever you do, don't swallow", "What ever you do, don't swallow"
Well, by now, five seconds into the ordeal, my cheeks were stretched to the point of being as tight as guitar strings, the flood was russhing up my nasal cavaties looking for escape, and I am sure, trying to find its way into my audio channels to seek escape an pressure relief through my ears.
My entire mouth was as if it were ablaze, my eyes were blinded by the tears my head was spinning and the ever repaeting warning "What ever you do, don't swallow" a warning I was fighting an obviously loosing battle to obey, I had to get out of there and get out now, before the, what seemed like all the saliva generated by human kind in the last hundred years and the fire hydrants ni the back of my throught, which seemed to deliver stronger by the second conspired to force open my throat and, God forbid, send this evil torrent gushing down into my bowels, releasing all manner of dark and unthinkable ills upon me.
I staggered to what I thought was a tree I could barely make out through the streaming cascades from my eyes, at this point I didn't care what it was.
I collapsed in a heap under the tree, and let go, what seemed to be a zillion gallons of evil, totally exhausted, and drained blinded by tears, mouth on fire, and every one of my five senses, surely destroyed for ever.
This just seemed like such a good place to curl up and fade off into the darkness.
"What ever you do, don't swallow"

[marvinsc]

Another, shall we say, uuurrrmm, memorable moment was at Oshkosh 2007, in this case it involved the sampling of other cultures without a bike of any sort in sight.
Oshkosh 2007, around the camp fire, putting away a few cold ones, talking all things aviation and generally chewing the fat, a mate and myself are chatting to two ANG Black Hawk drivers who happened to stop by and see what the South African invasion of the Dairy State was all about.
Now this is one of those where you had to be there to appriciate the humour of the situation and one that any self respecting American who has a persuasion to 'chewing' will relate to in a heartbeat, alas I digress.
So Capt. Cool with Ray Bans and a squadron patch is merrily chewing away on a wad of chewing tobacco, chomp, chomp, chomp, spit, chomp, chomp...
Now never having tried this and seen it plenty in films and movies and TV, I decide, mmmmmm, gotta try this, hey, when in Rome.....
So after asking Top Gun if he minds me trying a wad of his prize leaf, he looks at his mate, the mate looks back at him and they grin at each other.
Now I should have taken my cue from that and headed for the hills for all I was worth, but no, we are going to do this.
Capt. Cool reaches into his pouch, produces the merest sliver of tobacco and hands me this morsel along with instructions on how to tuck it up in the back of your cheek blah blah blah, with the words I will never forget as long as I live and breath. "What ever you do, don't swallow"
Yeah, yeah yeah, right with such a punny piece of leaf, why should I need to.

Well, I swear, to this day I have no idea how that little morsel of tobacco is able to generate what seems to have been around 47 gallons of saliva in about a half a second flat. FUUUUUUUU......
Within half a second, i was standing there looking like a chipmunk with its whole winter store of nuts in its cheeks, while my saliva glands were only just starting to come onto the power band and pumping out spit, snot and God only knows what, at a rate that would have put a fire hydrant to shame.
All the while in the back of my head, all I could hear were the warning words "What ever you do, don't swallow", "What ever you do, don't swallow"
Well, by now, five seconds into the ordeal, my cheeks were stretched to the point of being as tight as guitar strings, the flood was russhing up my nasal cavaties looking for escape, and I am sure, trying to find its way into my audio channels to seek escape an pressure relief through my ears.
My entire mouth was as if it were ablaze, my eyes were blinded by the tears my head was spinning and the ever repaeting warning "What ever you do, don't swallow" a warning I was fighting an obviously loosing battle to obey, I had to get out of there and get out now, before the, what seemed like all the saliva generated by human kind in the last hundred years and the fire hydrants ni the back of my throught, which seemed to deliver stronger by the second conspired to force open my throat and, God forbid, send this evil torrent gushing down into my bowels, releasing all manner of dark and unthinkable ills upon me.
I staggered to what I thought was a tree I could barely make out through the streaming cascades from my eyes, at this point I didn't care what it was.
I collapsed in a heap under the tree, and let go, what seemed to be a zillion gallons of evil, totally exhausted, and drained blinded by tears, mouth on fire, and every one of my five senses, surely destroyed for ever.
This just seemed like such a good place to curl up and fade off into the darkness.
"What ever you do, don't swallow"

HaHaHa, thanks for the laugh! My Grandfather chewed "Mail Pouch" brand Tobacco his entire life. Walking in the yard required carefully dodging "Tobacco bombs" which were everywhere!

[cowboyup3371]

That's hilarious Stan.

[themess]

Great chewing tobacco story!

The shift lever fell off my GT550 in the middle of the night in Kansas. My Vise Grips made a decent temporary replacement until I passed a Suzuki dealership in Oklahoma. Out of concern for the possibility of the Vise Grips falling off, I mostly left it in third gear. Really posed no problem.

My Sheeet! moment came driving a mountain road in Mexico, a bit east of Villa Hermosa. The mountains rise almost vertically from a flat plain that goes to the Gulf. The road has lots of 15 mph switch-backs. A near-sheer drop-off of probably a thousand feet was a few feet from the road. On a short straightaway, my car (Jetta GLI) started spinning doughnuts. Somehow, I came to a stop on the right-of-way. The road was completely covered with what appeared to be motor oil, as if a drum of it had fallen off of a truck and burst open. Even getting the car straightened out was like trying to drive the car uphill on wet ice. For several miles, I had to stay below 10 mph on the straight portions, and to 5 mph on curves. It was a good 100 miles before I could drive normally.

[marvinsc]

Great chewing tobacco story!

The shift lever fell off my GT550 in the middle of the night in Kansas. My Vise Grips made a decent temporary replacement until I passed a Suzuki dealership in Oklahoma. Out of concern for the possibility of the Vise Grips falling off, I mostly left it in third gear. Really posed no problem.

My Sheeet! moment came driving a mountain road in Mexico, a bit east of Villa Hermosa. The mountains rise almost vertically from a flat plain that goes to the Gulf. The road has lots of 15 mph switch-backs. A near-sheer drop-off of probably a thousand feet was a few feet from the road. On a short straightaway, my car (Jetta GLI) started spinning doughnuts. Somehow, I came to a stop on the right-of-way. The road was completely covered with what appeared to be motor oil, as if a drum of it had fallen off of a truck and burst open. Even getting the car straightened out was like trying to drive the car uphill on wet ice. For several miles, I had to stay below 10 mph on the straight portions, and to 5 mph on curves. It was a good 100 miles before I could drive normally.

But, it appears you succeeded!