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It’s July 1998…..Friday morning……got the bike ready…(Kawa Z1000LTD)…., got beer, beer and more beer into one of my panniers, tent, sleeping bag ….Etc ….into the other.
I’m away for a weekend’s camping with the mate’s……

We rode around 100 miles and found the perfect spot to camp, parked the bikes, found my pitch, then I went for a beer……Hey…where’s My beer ?

OOhH…yOU *&$***b****&d……My pannier bag had melted on the exhaust pipes & all My beers had fallen out on the way there.


Wally’s “R” Us…………

I hate it when that happens!

Now that falls under "Murph's Law"

Could have been worst..you could have gotten arrested for littering.

LOL....

Sorry but that is funny.

Funny cause I know how it feels.

I lost 2.5 gal of "emergency" premium leaded lashed to the back of the bike in about 1980. Like you, I still lament it's passing once in awhile .

JH

Quick travelling story:

Just last year during a 5 day road trip I was straddeling my Triumph while filling up with gas...and sure enough...I wasn't paying attention and the auto-shutoff failed . Fuel soaked my bike as well as my jeans (front of course). I thought, hey, the gasoline will evaporate once I get on the highway. So, after cleaning the tank, I quickly hit the road and in about 5 minutes...70 mph...I felt a burning, stinging sensation on my "whateveryouwanttocallit". Next thing I knew I pulled off the first exit, ran into the nearest QuickStop restroom and proceeded to washing my winger in the sink. My Honda VTX riding friend couldn't stop laughing .

Anyway, I think I became a bit wiser after the event .

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Once traveling up I-25 from Albuquerque some folks passing me rolled down the window of their car and held a beer out, offering me one. Of course, while going 60mph I reached out and accepted. Got off at the next exit and took a break if you know what I mean.

It was around 1970. I was 18 at the time. I owned a '66 BSA 650 Lightning. Rode it up Interstate 405(way before it became the "parking lot" is it today) to the local mountains. There was a lake up there with a dirt road surrounding it. The dirt road must have been a private road because there was a cable stretched across it's entrance about 100 feet from the main road. Eased around the posts that held the cable. Rode up the dirt road a couple of miles. Was tired. Took a nap. Woke up at dusk. Thought I better scoot home. Rode back down the dirt road towards the main road. Forgot about the cable. Found myself on my side the next moment with the Beezer next to me and a snapped cable laying beside. Figured then that I was one lucky(and forgetful) S.O.B. 'cuz the cable was at the height of my headlight and not my neck, which supported my helmet-less head which landed six inches from a gigantic boulder!

Cheers,
Dwight

Took a weekend ride from Newark Delaware to Ct. then snaked my way down the New Jersey coast stopping at all the little towns. (1984) Pulled into a gas station reset the trip odometer called the wife to tell her all was good (Lavalette Beach)Got to Seaside Heights to turn up toward Toms River and choke, cough, nothing, bike dies. It has crank, plenty of juice, pull a plug, nothing fouled, pitcock is open hmmm. Wait over an hour, maybe its hot. You don't push start a Honday 1000 custom. A guy stops, "is it out of gas?" he asks. Of course not its only gone 18 miles since I filled it. OH, OH, I set the odometer back, called the wife but pulled off and forgot to get gas.

(dumbass me)

I don't know.

Reading these stories, I can envision 2-3 additional safety stickers appearing on the tanks of new motorcycles .

JH

March 1992,Daytona Bike Week. I ride up from Ft Lauderdale with my 13 year-old son. I'm wearing one the earliest vented jackets (Cool-Tech). It's 50 degrees and the vents work so well I'm freezing my..., well it's cold. I stop just south of Daytona for gas, coffee, and hot cocoa. They say your brain slows down when you get cold...I forgot to put the kickstand down when I stopped. Dropped ol' Beetlejuice(KZ1100) right over on my knee. Broke the clutch lever and had to ride the rest of the day with a stub of a lever and heavy-duty clutch springs. When you're dumb, you gotta be tough.

As a young man I spent many hours riding my Montesa King Scorpion on any trails I could find. Once while riding a trail that paralleled the Kansas river I happened upon a new portion I hadn't seen before. It was July, Hot and dusty. I saw what I thought was a dry pond all flat and cracked dry. There was a rail road tie border that looked like a perfect launching ramp, so I spun around to get a run and launched the King into the expanse with the intention or riding a wheelie across.

As it turned out what I thought was a dry pond was a pit that was used to dump treated solid waist from the city sewage plant. Basically slug, 4 feet deep. When I hit the surface with my back wheel the bike stopped instantly, and stuck about mid motor deep in the slug. I went over the bars did a 360 degree flip and landed feet first. I sank in up to my waist, and needed a tree branch extended to me from my riding buddy to get out. The bike was so stuck that it took several wheel spinning attempts by a Ford van to pull it out.

Ohh....man, what's that f%^&in smell man ????

Going back to my freshman year in high school (last half). My Honda 250 was broke down. We had just moved to Bakersfield from Shandon (CA) and I had met a new friend that rode bikes also. He wanted to go see Shandon, so we headed out. He was on a Honda 305 and I rode his (akkk) Suzuki 80. Well we made it there no problems. Rode around for a day and spent the night in the town park (no camping allowed in the park). We headed back to Bakersfield in the afternoon of the next day. The Suzuki broke down and could NOT get the dang thing started again. We were just out of Shandon and had about 90 miles to get home. Well, leave it to kids, we cut a piece of barbed wire about 20 feet long and he towed me the 90 miles home. That was a tow I will never forget, and it’s a wonder I/we survived it.

Hey....Ain't it funny how the Harley is the only bike getting worked on......in your pix link!!!!!!

ummm. at the danger of getting trashed by my buds, YEAH, only the Harley's.. so far... gotta go find a piece of wood to knock on now. Even had to take a 1200 mile round trip to pick up one of them. But hey, it was time off work and took some vacation pay, they paid all my expenses.