Once upon a time many moons ago I pulled into a roadhouse in the middle of nowhere and swung my leg over the tank real cool like as the bike I was riding (semi chopped 650 Yamaha) was pretty loaded up behind me.
There was a greyhound bus with a few young lovallys on board
and I headed towards the shop for a much needed drink ... Mr Cool in person.
I must have got about six steps away from the bike when I heard an almighty crash ... WTF ? Oh ... forgot to put the stand down what a goog.
