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Discussion in 'The Perfect Line and Other Riding Myths' started by MotorCade, Oct 19, 2012.
no such luck
Hey man, can I take your bike for a ride?
That depends entirely on what you hand me the keys to ride.
Besides, it isn't like you could crash it any worse than I have.
One of my friends snatched the 640 and took off a couple of weeks ago just to see how he liked it. Try chasing down your own 640 on a bone stock XR650L.
1; Neighbor's 5 year old son painted my entire Honda CB750F dull housepaint brown. Took my neighbor many many hours to clean the paint off. I was still finding bits of brown paint hidden away in the crevices of that bike years later. Later when I spotted the little brat abusing my cat for the second time, I corrected his behavior myself in a most direct fashion by doing exactly what I said I would do, throwing him over the fence into his mother's compost heap--kid suddenly became my best buddy because, I guess, I was the only adult around him who would set a limit and follow though with the consequences.
2. Friend "borrowed" his girlfriend's brother's Norton for a joyride. Ran wide around a corner and hit a car dead center headon. Killed him and the three people in the car. I assume the bike's owner was upset but with all that grief consuming everyone, I never found out.
A pristine DRZ! You coming to Hammer? If New Jersey is still there...
A few years back I had a KLR 650. A younger friend and I were going to hit some back country streams for some native trout fishing. The ride had a nice twisty section (PA Rt. 44 just south of Haneyville) I was going at a pretty constant 45-50 MPH on my Dunlop D606's. The younger, less experienced rider was following on a CBR600F4 which he recently purchased from a private seller. There are some nice sweepers and the ride is nice and smooth until one section over a bridge with a tight left hand turn. My less experienced friend had fallen behind me and was trying catch up on the "straight" sections between the turns. I realized (too late) this turn was tighter than the rest so I slowed down to let him catch up...Then I stopped...Then I turned around and went back. My fears were confirmed with a smashed up bike and a rider laying on the side of the road. I asked if he was OK and he said my butt hurts. It turns out the only big rock on the bank somehow ended up square between his butt cheeks. Other than a few bruises he was OK. The bike was all cosmetic but the front end was all shattered and not really ridable. Some nice ladies in a Subaru gave my friend a ride back down to the nearest town while I followed. I called my wife who then brought the truck. We loaded the bike and headed home.
1. The slow bike is not always the slowest.
2. When you buy a used bike make sure the PO didn't armorall the tires! (He shouldn't have crashed if he had good rubber)
3. Scrub in your tires if unsure.
4. Be a real friend...Let the slow guy lead and don't push. (Don't be "That Guy")
5. Veen get too schoon olt, en too late schmart. (Placard from my Grandmother's Kitchen)
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Wish I could. But I gotta take my wife to the airport. Which means I have the next Saturday to ride and can't find any open trails for the MXC. So i guess it will be a long street ride on the 640.
A friend had just gotten a new K11LT. He babied it. Used the official BMW oil funnel to keep the oil level precisely where it was supposed to be, kept the tire pressure exactly as dictated...blah, blah, blah.
He finally relented to my pestering about a ride. He cautioned me that it was still in the "break-in" period and to not ride it like I rode my bike (a 95 Concours). So off we go up Passo Falzarego. I kept it under 4000rpm like he told me until I eased away from him.
As we parked at the top and I told him about what a sweet ride it was and how I babied it, never revved it past 4k....etc.
He walked over and made a guttural grunting sound, a sound of swelling rage.
Red-faced, he turned and lit into me about abusing his bike.
WTF? How did he know how I rode it?
Turns out that his tach had a defect and the needle was stuck right at the max revs I hit...IOW, redline.
He never let me ride another bike but remained a friend for many years.
Your friend is anal-retentive. I had a friend like that - actually learned to drive stick shift with him in college (in his saturn) I got the hang of first really quick and went to shift to second and he got loud. "No! Today is only for first gear! We'll work on reverse tomorrow! No second gear!" or something to that effect.
It was a hoot watching him try to pump his own gas for the first time (he was from NJ). Had the manual open and everything - read all the instructions on the pump. I tried to help him, but he waved me off. Had to do it by the book.
Better to take a good look first. She may not be worth the trade....
I'd be irritated if one of my friends sat on one of my bikes without asking first.
If I caught them trying to start it and breaking something in the process they would end up unconscious next to it.
My brother-in-law was visiting us right after I got my Vstrom 1000. My wife got really pissed off when I told her I wasn't going to let him ride it (she's overly protective / sensitive about / of her family) No way was I going to let a guy who to my knowledge has only ridden scooters (and crashed the last one badly) get on a 1000 cc, heavy bike. She couldn't understand my reluctance and took it that l was questioning his manhood or something. He never asked to even sit on it, so I never needed to embarrass him by refusing.
On the other side of the coin, big bikes are fairly unusual here, so I get a lot of people wanting to take photos with it. If they are tall enough or they have a little kid, I usually let them sit on it for the picture... With one hand on a grip just in case! It makes their day since a 10 grand toy is waaay out of their reach.
Last time I was in NJ for work,I had the rental car because I was staying longer than my cow-orkers. Running a bit late headed for the airport, I slammed into a gas station and did my best impression of a race car fuel stop- swiped card had nozzle in the filler before the pump turned on, hung nozzle up and was rolling before I had my seatbelt on.
The attendant was screaming something from the island on the other side of thhe station. I never figured out what until weeks later. I know I'm from Oregon, where I'm too dumb to pump my own gas, but I thought the other no-self-serve state was Maine.
Can I take my wife for a ride on your bike next time we are in Portugal?
PS My wife is from Portugal, the North near Braga, and has a place in Lisbon.
DAMN! No quick and witty comeback right now. But I guess sure, why not, that is if she's into BMWs (it's a F800R, BTW).
PS I live not far from Braga, near Porto.
She is from Covas in Terras de Bouro (sp).
Of course BMWs, what else?
Ah! I know Terras de Bouro, very nice place!
Also, please excuse me for my poor smiley selection, the original should have been a
Oh, and back to topic...
I had a small incident with a friend (erm... make it an acquaintance) some days ago, while I was riding a small rental bike. Eager to impress everybody around and without even asking, he just hopped onto the bike, manly kicked the sidestand and...
Luckily no harm done... except for his ego.
Well, here's a story with a happy ending for a change.
I work out of town two weeks out of the month, so while I'm gone I was storing my bike in my buddies garage who lives down the street. He is very trustworthy friend who at the time couldn't afford two-wheels, but had a lot of biking experienced (pre-married days). So I let him put a few miles on my bike in exchange for the storage. I figured if he could own a V65 Magna at age 18 and still be alive, 10 years older and wiser now, he could handle my R1200GS.
Up at work one shift a year ago I get an e-mail from him saying that on a stop, while out on my bike, this girl he knew walked up to him and said 'nice bike, can I take it for a ride'. His response was 'it's not mine but I can introduce you to it's owner'. I pictured a tall butch leather clad 'lady' in my head reading this. Well, finally a month later after constantly bugging me, he drags me over to her place (on the sly) for a surprise introduction. She was not tall, butch, or leather cald. Just the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
A year later we are happily married. She finally explained that the reason she (jokingly) asked to drive a motorcycle that is 6x the size of her was that she admired the well made piece of German engineering. (and she is a well made German Engineer if I may brag)
The second happy ending was that my buddy finally convinced his wife to go for a ride on my bike and she is now not only okay with him buying a bike but looking forward to it.