Happy Birthday chy.
Great stories.
While were sharing stories. My mate had a big 4stroke trail bike 600cc or so. A Yammi or something. He couldn’t get it to start. We all went around and ended pushing it down the road trying to get it going. I had hold of the bars and we were off with 3 guys pushing it down the road, bike in 2nd gear. We got up some speed and I jumped on side-saddle and dropped the clutch. It spluttered a bit but eventually began to run. Success? Then it really fired up and I instantly knew why it wouldn’t start. The throttle was jammed wide open. Picture this. Side-saddle on the thing. T-shirt, shorts and jandles ( thongs for you Ausies) I noticed that I was accelerating flat out heading towards a T intersection the front wheel heading skyward. Not good. There was a big drop into a large river at the end. Bout 50 m away. What to do? Drop it and hope to end up on the verge? Not really a good option as I was going quite fast, damage to me and the bike. Maintain the Death Grip (hands starting to go numb now) and be there for the ride, hoping I wasn’t cleaned up by a vehicle going along the river? Gotta be something else. Getting faster. Running out of road and GOING REALLY FAST now. Try to make the corner and pray there is nothing coming? I had a brilliant idea. Hit the kill Switch (see I got there in the end). I did but I was still going very fast. Well I tried the corner turning to the left. I ended up swinging wide and narrowly missed a car heading in the opposite direction. I can still picture the guys face. Quite easy really as it was only about 2 feet from mine. I got some sort of control and headed for the side of the road and made an ungraceful pile of boy and bike on the verge. Just a few bumps and scuffing on the sharp bits. The bike was o.k. Once I had a new pair of undies I was right as rain. Although it was 30 or so years ago I still remember it like it was yesterday.
