Well and truly knackered!

This evening I watched an 'L' rider on a Yammy 125 splat into the back of a
car that stopped a bit abruptly, he was in a heap at the roadside when he
began to stand up and stagger off. He came back after a few steps and i was
trying to assess his condition, apart from a split lip he didn't seem too
bad - he just wouldn't say anything. Then he slowly muttered "...m.m.m.my
NUTS..!!!". Yep, the poor lad had crushed his goolies on the tank and was
bent double. I phoned his Dad who got there in record time and left them to
it, I can still see the pain in his watering eyes, and i bet he'll have
plumbs like Jordans hooters by the morning..ouch !!!

Brian Day

 

Self inflicted. A good lesson to remember, if he wants to consider riding
properly in future particularly if the twat ever considers getting a bigger
bike.
Hopefully took himself out of the gene pool anyway, albeit still alive.

 

You sanctimonious wanker.

 

Indeed.

--
Dan L (Oldbloke)

My bike 1996 Kawasaki ZR1100 Zephyr
Space in shed where NSR125 used to be
Spare Bike 1990 Suzuki TS50X (Patio Ornament)
BOTAFOT #140 (KotL 2005/6), X-FOT#000, DIAABTCOD #26, BOMB#18 (slow), OMF#11

 

You never fucked up when you were a learner then?

Si

 

Never had an accident? It may happen to you someday, when it does, I
hope some **** laughs at you.

 

Dan L said...

I'll go along with that. When I was 17 I rammed the back of my then
girlfriend's parent's Datsun Cherry Coupe, when I was following them
back from town. I'd been trying for ages to allow them to let her go
pillion with me, that little incident put paid to my efforts. I did get
to shag her though.

 

I can still see the pain in his watering eyes, and i bet he'll have

Absolutely.

A classic case of 'bikers bollocks', of which I'm sorry to admit, I've had
a couple of times, rearranging the tank on a CG125 (makes the holy sign)

 

Not wanting to kill a perfectly harmless meme but I am not and never have
been a member of the Communist Party.

 

wasn't entirely wasted effort then

 

Steve Robinson said...

I was crap though. She was 15 and far better at it than me.

 

Happy memories. I had 30 quid. Reckoned 5 for insurance so that's 25 for
a bike then. A local rip off dealer had a Matchless 250 G2. Deal done I
return with L plates. Round the corner for my BT. "That makes it go.
Pull that in and press down and up on that to change gear. That makes it
stop." Off I go - one vital area of motorcycle control not covered -
bends. G2s were not renowned for their handling. Fortunately the first
bend is an 'S' and a straightish line and no oncoming vehicles see me
through. Needed a bit more input than my hub geared Raleigh. Fortunately
I got the hang of it enough to get home in one piece.
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Obviously you were an expert the minute you first threw a leg over a bike,
Must be fucking magic that.


--
Beav

VN 750
Zed 1000
OMF# 19

 

RS125DX. Me - 17. Apart from the usual lurching around junctions like an
ancient milk float and looking a twat, changing into neutral instead of 2nd
and looking a twat, I overtook a car one frosty morning, not noticing
another one coming the other way. I decided this was a bad thing and braked
hard to get back in behind. The scenery eventually stopped spinning and
everyone had somehow avoided squashing me.

Quite unspectacular really because I've just been lucky. The same bike did
an indicated 72mph at times through the Wingham bends (near Wingham
and...bendy) while I was chasing two 250s. If there had been anything bigger
than a bee coming the other way I dare say I wouldn't be here now.

Eeeeeeeeee, when I were a lad...

Si

 

Well paraphrased.

 

It was 1977 and I was 17. I'd played in the forest on a mate's DT125 a
couple of times when I got my hands on a GT250.

Obvoiusly I treated it exactly the same:- into gear, full beans, drop
the clutch. The front wheel came up and I slipped back in the saddle
unable to release my grip on throttle. I wheelied up the (mercifully
straight) road until the bike decided to gently lower it's front wheel.

I braked, did a u-turn and went back to my mates who were dead impressed
with my 'skill'. I didn't let on but did have to go home to change.

 

I'd been riding around on a TS50 for a good while, and coming up to my
17th I went looking at an AF1 125. Compared to my 50cc, crosser on
knobbly tyres, drum braked thing this bike was awesome. It went like
stink when it hit the power band, sounded like a banshee and the disc
brakes meant it stopped just as well. It was a paint-shop-remnants
special (teal, lilac, red and white were the colours Aprilia chose in
their Italian wisdom), but I didn't care. I loved it.

I was so besotted I forgot that drum brakes are considerably more shit,
and overshot the first set of lights by a good 2 feet. Nothing was
coming, thankfully.

 

They were probably more concerned about the shower of rust and
collapsing rear end than their daughter's honour.
--
Dave
GS850x2 XS650 SE6a
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When bump-starting, remember to jump on before releasing the clutch...

 

And a couple of dents in the tank - like a mate of mine's. Called him
IronBalls for a while after that.

--
Dave
GS850x2 XS650 SE6a
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