What is the stupidest thing?

[Mrs Reject]

What is the stupidest thing you guys have done on a bike? In the way of daft journeys and so on.
When I woz 19 I agreed to go from Bedford to a very remote spot on the west coast of Ireland on a Honda 200cc with a very weird and deranged bloke, I was pillion.
It took days!!!! This was March and all I was wearing was a mangy charity shop leather jacket, jeans, teashirt and slip on shoes.
Got to other end and practically had to be chipped off the bike with an ice pick.
Deranged bloke had a spaz the other end and crashed the bike into a bridge because I refused to sleep with him :D bit dramatic I thought so I then had to hitch hike back to England, it took me a whole week - couldn't afford B&B so had to sleep rough.
Survived the whole experience and lived to tell the tale, youth eh??? makes me laugh even now thinking about it!!!! :D

[Captain Smurf]

It was November; I was 17.

Journey from college in South Shields to Parents in Hull; Friday night. Wet. Cold.

Throttle cable started to stick. Got off, tried to sort it; couldn't.

Removed left glove to get better grip and finished journey (about 120 miles).

Blisters :eek:

Lucky I didn't get frost bite.

Couldn't afford breakdown cover then, even if I had thought of it

:rolleyes:

[Mitch]

When I woz 19 I agreed to go from Bedford to a very remote spot on the west coast of Ireland on a Honda 200cc with a very weird and deranged bloke, I was pillion.
Deranged bloke had a spaz the other end and crashed the bike into a bridge because I refused to sleep with him :D bit dramatic I thought so I then had to hitch hike back to England, it took me a whole week - couldn't afford B&B so had to sleep rough.


I've seen the picture of her at nineteen - Oh I wish I was much older than NINE at the time!!!!! I'd have rescued her! (why they got married I'll never know! Tho' Simon - MrsR's Son isn't like his dad at all!! He's a biker already! I wonder who gave him that idea?)

Anyway, enough of my fantasies!! My turn...

Jus' 17 in 1990, got my first bike - a brand new Honda H100sII. I'd just started to get an idea what this newfangled biker lifestyle was. Went to the Troon Smugglers MCC's 3 Sisters Rally at the Clachaig Inn, Glencoe in May of that year - got ritually humiliated/initiated (not for the last time I can tell you!) and had a bloody good time. For some reason - I was at Art College -*I decided to be the diligent student (right!) and tried to get home for College on the Monday morning - in Halifax!!! The bike club I was with at the time (Brown Cow MCC out of Keighley) all thought I was nuts to even attempt the journey on my own (about 360 miles) but I didn't fancy the thought of staying up there much longer as I was a bit skint and a so called mate had nicked the keys out of my bike (didn't spend long in that club, joined the Four Aces soon after). Luckily I had a spare set...

After getting lost in East Kilbride and on the A65, I got as far as Gargrave, near Settle after almost trashing my bike when I fell asleep on it. I nearly went down a ditch (only just waking up in time). That bit of the journey took over 10 hours. I thought I could only just manage to keep awake until the next pub... luckily the Red Lion was Paradise, it had nice comfy rooms, hot shower, TV in the room (I remember lying on't bed with one of those starchy dressing gowns on watching the Sweeney on't telly, trying to warm up!!) - there was also the bar! open to residents till whenever... I was already into my Real Ale at the time so Marston's Pedigree was the nectar of the gods to me!

The next morning, I found I could hardly move, I'd stiffened up rigid. Managed to get home (I lived round the corner from the building society HQ in the town centre) and thought bollox, I'm taking the day off after all that. I decided to take the bike for its 1000 mile service (had its second one before I set off earlier in the week)

The whole experience put me off little bikes for life - the next time I did that journey I was on a CB650 (3 1/2 hours!!!!) Isle of Arran to Huddersfield. Much more fun, apart from the fact I was riding a bike with a chain so slack, I swapped the chain tensioner bolts for ones an inch longer, just to stretch that little bit extra out of my chain (that was before I set off) Also, I'd just done a 1,500 mile week dispatching!! (that's why the chain was slack!).

Never learn do I?

[blackhack]

decided to go to edinburgh to see the lap dancers (strippers) in the pub, in the middle of winter on a xs 250 yam, only 40 odd miles but minus ten degrees.

Only got as far as livingston, Man that was fekin cold...my beard froze to my scarf that was strategiclly worn below my open face helmet. had to break the ice from the scarf as the condensation from my breath turned to ice almost instantly.....

Ahh Happy Days......(but never again TF)

[Friar Tuck]

Went on holiday with a mate in 1977. Romford to Weymouth on a Honda C90! took a day to get there!

Who said C90's were bullet proof? The Fekker promptly siezed up as we got to the camp site! and yes I did keep an eye on the oil! No bloody warning at all! No rattles, vibrations, nothing! Just a bang and back wheel lock up as we sailed into the camp site!

I don't want to talk about it!

[MrFluffy]

Im trying to decide if its the time I decided to ride and visit a gurly in southend, when I lived in cheshire. And used my very shagged sp400 with various complaints and couldnt feel my fingers after the first hour and required oil and a chain retension every services (and she wasnt gratefull when I got there, wrong "sort" of biker in the end) and had all sorts of interesting encounters en route (including a load of yobs in a cabrolet xr3i who decided it'd be fun to throw cans at a biker on a old dirt bike as they rode past on the m25, only to later discover biker overtaking them in traffic jam and taking their wing mirror as a souvenier, and praying the traffic didnt clear soon as he rode off)(and thank the god of the m25, it was MILES of jam),
Or when I went to visit another gurly on same bike from cheshire again, and she was in york, and I went over the cat n fiddle at 1am in the morning dressed in binbags and council issue yellow oilskins over my leathers (dont laugh I met my wife dressed like this, and the zips had jammed, I think she married me because she found it so funny), with low beam blown, high beam had a 12v bulb in a 6v system in a attempt to stop it popping bulbs, and it was thick swirling fog. Someone listened to my prayers and the headlight held for what it was worth (about 2 glow worms) and I managed to keep on the road more or less with the odd frightening detour missing huge drops by er not very much, and most surreal experience of my life was pulling into the garage near the top having seen absolutely nobody on the road (was almost ghostly, no sound and no other vehicles just the flat drone of that motor) and finding most of yorkshires unmarked police cars filling up with fuel, I felt 20 pairs of eyes swivel onto me as soon as I pulled in so discretion was the best part of valour and I hid in the bog till they'd all gone cos I had no tax and a bald back tyre and they must have heard it coming for the previous 15 minutes as it had er, minimal silencing. I got there, but the journeys the bit I remember!
I got escorted out of monaco on it once too, something about making too much noise and pulling wheelies in the tunnels under the prince's palace, s'been around that bike, and I must be mad, ive still got it :eek:

[Sir Ewok]

Most of you have heard the stories about me running over me own b*llocks and when me back wheel overtook me, while riding a scooter. This time you want journies.
As a 17 yr old I had a 650 Ariel and sidecar, being extremely bored I went into the west end of London and rode round every roundabout 10 times. Going down to Brighton for the Mods and Rocker punch ups.

I suppose the hardest journey was riding to Faro 3 weeks after the near-fatal that left my leg knackered. I took the wing off the front of a BMW and spent 3 weeks having the fluid drained from my leg. The impact had blown all the fat off the muscle and left a fluid pocket between the two. I spent the weeks getting the bike roadworthy and by-passing the alarm system (Which failed after the accident). My son and I rode to Faro and back, though I was in severe pain and I have never been able to ride since.
It may have been daft, but I had to do Faro on a bike once and I wouldnt have missed it for the world.

[grem]

i was a spotty yoof and me first bike was a honda melody with custard body work and flourescent pink crank cases i was a bit exitable at being a badass so i decided to travel to my home town in anglesy from stoke on trent over the snowdonia mountains ,the weather was ace and off i went with a back pack that was bigger than the bike was .
It took me 17 hours non stop and i loved every bleedin minute even wazzin through bangor at 3am getting bleated at by pissheads, anyway i got there put the tent up went to sleep woke up in the morning and went home again.
I loved that bike and went ape when some todger nicked it a few months later.

[davesatan]

doing wheelies at local ice rink all going well till coach full of french girls arrived managed to flip it and rip arse out of jeans in full view of them corr it smarted lol

[FLACCID]

25 years ago I decided to visit a girl in Bathampton(near Bath)on my trusty CD175.I left Kent and got to the M4 without any probs.About half a mile from Wooton Basset the engine blew.Armed only with a small adjustable spanner and a sharp bit of string I decided the best thing to do was to push my bike off the motorway into Wooton Basset.Found a pub and waited for my mate to come and rescue me.We stripped the bike down and got it into the boot of his Zephyr.When we were going through London a footie supporter walked out in front of us.We started to give him loads of abuse just as about 25 million of his mates came out of the tube station.I dumped the bike and Barry eventually got all the dents out of his motor.Kids dont know they're born today!

[Mrs Reject]

Kids dont know they're born today!

Yur right there!!! It's all aprilia mopeds and safety equipment these days. Can't say my own sprogg has ever slept rough in a ditch when missed last bus home or hitch hiked anywhere, in fact he takes the piss out of me and Mitch's youthful shenanigans - we are sad old past it hippies apparently!

[Grav]

Way back in 85 I managed to ride my bike home from my aunt's house in Liverpool in a blizzard. It was only 15 miles but it took me 3 hours and i managed to get stuck in a snowdrift in the middle of bloody nowhere and had to dig the fucker out. Still don't know how the hell i didn't die.

[evlcatnw]

gargrave... lol

how could anyone get lost there pmsl

daftest thing i've ever done...

thought i'd got sidestand down when i clipped footpeg and heard it 'twong'... suffice it to say er5's are a lot smaller on southport pier led down

my excuse is i'm blonde(ish) and 5'2 with size 4 feet and developing alzhiemers the further i go through uni... in 3rd yr and getting scattier by the minute

how much is if for front and rear wheelbearings???

[baldyshinehead]

tried to ride to matlock when i was 16 on a honda 100cc in the snow :eek:
2 hours into the ride a car pulled out and my hands were that cold i didnt reach the front brake. skid / bang. made a great dent in his jag :D

[evlcatnw]

at least you got taste banging into a jag... gawd they're ugly pieces of junk lol

[colin]

In my youth i had a sucession of scooters, Vespas and Lambrettas none of that twist and go ****. Anyway, one time me and a mate decided it would be a good idea to go and see a band that we liked, trouble was they were playing in Aachen Germany, oh and it was Christmas, we left two up on the Vespa on Boxing Day, not too cold in England thrashed the bollocks off it to Dover hop on the ferry and at the other end it was fecking cold so we donned a spare pair of jeans and got on the road and didn't stop riding til we stopped for fuel and to change over riders, recover from the fecking cold and don another pair of trousers or any clothes left over that we weren't already wearing. By the time we got to our hotel in Germany we had all the spare clothes we had with us and waterproofs and newspapers stuffed in between and then defrosted in the showers at the hotel - fuck me it was cold! :D