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Boney95
| | Posted on Friday, June 27, 2008 - 01:25 am: | 
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I wish I had puckered, then I wouldn't have sharted.
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Diablobrian
| | Posted on Friday, June 27, 2008 - 02:25 am: |
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on the 15 north in San Diego county back in the early 90's I had the truck in front
of me lose it's aluminum extension ladder. I barely managed to avoid it, and pulled off
at the next off ramp to get hold of myself.
Then there was two years ago at homecoming when my rear tire explosively deflated on the
interstate during the ride home for the night (after mid-night). My son was on back
and for a moment I was sure that we would be sharing an ambulance ride, but with the rest
of the group of bikes dropped back and keeping cars off of my tail I was able to keep
it on two wheels all the way to a stop on the almost non-existent shoulder. From there
Steve_Mackay called in the cavalry to come get us with a trailer and the guys all pitched
in to do a relay pushing my bike and theirs to the next off ramp. Amazing. |
Trojan
| | Posted on Friday, June 27, 2008 - 04:29 am: |
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Not a pucker moment, but I was glad for the dark visor to hide my blushes.
My first 'proper' bike was a Ducati 250 single back in 1974. I was showing off with my friends pulling wheelies over a railway crossing in the middle of town, when the rotary steering damper on my bike fell off just as the front wheel landed at about 60mph.
I had a massive tank slapper for around 100 yards, so bad I dented the tank with my thumbs, but eventually pulled over to the side of the road sweating but unharmed.
I looked around and there was a line of people standing at a bus stop all politely applauding! My mate arrived on his Kawasaki KH250 and fell off laughing so much!
Shortly afterwards I wrecked the bike when a lorry lost a large piece of wood right in front of me on the motorway (freeway). Now that was a pucker moment! |
Benm2
| | Posted on Friday, June 27, 2008 - 06:06 am: |
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Worst pucker moment? That's easy: standing in my bedroom, then hearing clunk, clunk, waah, clunk, clunk, waaaah, clunk, waaah, thud. Silence. Four year old falling down stairs; I was halfway down by the time I heard the second cry. Thank God for the dirty laundry at the bottom, he arrived unharmed but shaken up. THAT was by far the worst.
Some other fun ones involved: banging the left side of the muffler (m2) on the ground HARD in an 80mph left turn & levering the rear wheel off the ground. Stayed up, serious pucker though. Lost brake lever (right to the bars) entering a different 80 mph left & did a bit of impromptu off roading. Again, stayed upright but shook for an hour. Spun a car into a light pole at about 45 mph, the pucker moment there was watching the pole approch my door sideways. Way too many more. Hard to pick second place. |
Corporatemonkey
| | Posted on Friday, June 27, 2008 - 07:33 am: |
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1991 I was 13 illegally riding a tomos moped in downtown seattle. My only gear was a helmet.
On a good day it maybe could do 29mph. I was trucking along WOT, when I see a metro bus (city bus) about to pull away from the curb. I couldn't stop in time and bounced off the back of the bus.
The bus driver never saw me.
I was pissed but I had to get out of there ASAP as I was underage without a license. Rode the damn thing home with a torked fork.
Pucker part was explaining to my folks about the fork... |
Ducbsa
| | Posted on Friday, June 27, 2008 - 07:49 am: |
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I hit a deer and didn't go down! It was about 11 AM, so I wasn't expecting it. My right knee hit its head as it was shying away. People behind me said the doe went down, but jumped up and ran. I had on a helmet and boots on, but no jacket or gloves, so I would have been a mess if I had fallen off. |
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