| Author | Message | ||
     Graphtricks |
I've been trying to get one of the nice Buell Messenger bags for the last few weeks, but, with the only real participating dealer about 45 miles away, it has been tough to break away. I finally took that chance today, even with impending rain. I made it all the way down to the dealer, signed all the waivers and such, and picked a nice XB12S to test ride. It was so much different than my '97 M2! Smooth, too quiet, handled very nicely. Seat was comfy too. I rode it around without incident, and returned unscathed to the dealer. I got my nice messenger bag, one of the very last they had, and said goodbye to the salesman. I put on my helmet and fired up the M2 to leave, and rolled out of my parking space. A car in the parking lot stopped right in front of me, in front of the main entrance, with LOTS of people around, and I couldn't seem to get my foot down on the ground. So, I slowly fell over, and landed on my left side, with my bike laying next to me. Everyone just walked by and asked if I was okay, but no one offered to help the helpless. Amazingly I only bent the shift lever, so I had to borrow a large end wrench from the service department to straighten that up. I was excited to leave the parking lot and make my way back home with my hard-won messenger bag. Guess I'll have to go to another dealer next time Buell is giving something away... | ||
| Rotzaruck |
Graph HEHE!! nothing like entertaining in front of a crowd I'm thinking it's a very good thing you got your ride and your bag BEFORE you put on your show Rotzaruck!!!! | ||
| Creature_x1 |
I had been trying for weeks to get to the dealership near me for a ride and one of those bags. Finally, on Sat. I got there, early in the morning as to make it easy on the sales guys to go before they "got busy". They wouldn't let me test ride because "it look as though it may rain" (it was a cloudy day). No bag, no test ride, and no rain in sight the whole day. I would trade that kind of service for being seen with my pants down any day! | ||
| Skully |
David, There are always witnesses when I drop my bike. Keith | ||
| 98s1lightning |
I pull into the DMV to get a REAL class M after years of event free riding. I park the bike, flip the stand, start getting off and due to a small grade the bike started inching forward and w/me way off balance and on 1 foot catching it was just not going to happen. The bike fell, I promptly looked for any witnesses as they must be killed, none to be found, picked up the scoot and went inside, nobody saw hahahahahahahaa! | ||
| Graphtricks |
Ya know, the worst of a zero mile an hour crash is hurting your bike, and really not having an great road rash to display, or bodywork to hang on a tree of shame, or even a scuff on my kneepad. It's one of those public humiliations, like having your zipper open during a presentation, or a "kick me" sign taped to your back. Uncontrolled but totally self inflicted anguish. And now, I think I hurt the transmission, because now it doesn't shift right. So, my free bag ends up costing me a transmission teardown. I wonder what would have happened if I had tried to get the Buell Beanie two months ago. Thanks all for the sympathy! To quote a famous ex-president.... "I feel your pain!" --David | ||
| Rotzaruck |
Graph I just noticed your name. We're surely cousins. Do incidents like this occur regularly on your side of the family too? Don't panic yet though, it may not be so bad. Maybe something just out of whack. It may just be miffed at you, especially if it's female. But I hope it's not hurt much. If it is though, that changes the whole emotional spectrum, you may find some sincere sympathy. Ed | ||
| Rogue_biker |
I did that a lot when I first got my ZX11D. That bike weighed over 600 lbs. AND it was top heavy. I can't tell you how many times I ALMOST dropped it in front of a large crowd of people. Luckily, when it finally happened, it happened in my driveway.....at night. Whew! Nobody saw me. Only my leg and ego were bruised. Sorry about your mishap but it can happen to the best of us. | ||
| Graphtricks |
Rotzaruck, Funny, that sounds vaguely "Chinese", of which I am of that heritage. I'm not sure my bike is female. If it is, she's surely the kind of bike you don't take home to mother... Rogue_biker, I had a BMW R100RT that was the same way. I was on tippytoes whenever I had to stop. All that weight, with the windshield and luggage and a huge fairing way up high. I had to get rid of it, because I'm not over 60 years old, and didn't want to wear a half-shell helmet, pocket protector, white socks and loafers with my blue windbreaker flapping in the breeze. I guess I want to ride with the "rough girl!" She must have kicked me off. D | ||
| Crashbuell |
Well, I got one too. This is about 10 years ago when I still lived with the folks. I just got my S1W and had been riding all day yesterday and today along with my Dad, who rides a harley and we have a large group that goes too. Well, it was late in the day and now it was dark and it was time to put the bikes away cause they were still in the yard. In order to get my bike into the garage and into my designated "spot", I had to move my Dad's bike out of my direction of travel toward the garage. Well, I'm in chill-mode and outfitted in shorts and barefoot. And the dew has fallen...Now, I'm 5'8" tall and this height doesn't afford you alot of leverage to "walk" a bike while sitting on it. So, I hop on his bike and start walking backward in the grass and Zing! My foot comes out from under me and I go right over on my left side. My Dad rides a Bad Boy and it weighs about 600Lbs. So what I end up having to do is a 600lb leg press with one leg! After a prolonged struggle to get the bike up, I wheel the bikes around and get them into the garage. I go inside and tell the Ol' Man what happened and all he says is "Did you scratch my bike?" SHEEEESH! | ||
| Rotzaruck |
Graph Didn't take much more than a month to remember I meant to learn a bit more about the family tree. I always had been told our Lewis bunch was Welsh, but seems like now that before we were run out of Wales, we got run out of Ireland. After Virginia, we ended up in Sequatchie Valley TN. Now I do have some Korean cousins, and lots of Cherokee's, and even had one Austrian aunt, but I was completely unaware of the Chinese branch of the family. Are you shifting yet? For future reference, some of the more learned folk here(of which I am not) suggest, if you decide to drop your Buell, drop it on the right side. So far that's worked for me. Ed | ||
| Graphtricks |
Apparently, it wasn't really hurt at all. It seems it was my inability to get a proper toe under the shifter. It all works now, especially good after changing the oil. Thanks for asking! I'm really not technically a "Lewis", as that is my stepfather's name, and he wanted my sister and I to appear as family. He didn't formally adopt us, but we went to the courthouse for a legal name change. (kind of like John Denver). I was born a Seegmiller, which is German, only to find out that my grandfather was an orphan, and was adopted into a German logging family in Michigan. His last name was Smythe before they took him in. I just go with my mother's side of the family tree, as it is traceable to 6 B.C. in China. Talk about lineage... | ||
| Rotzaruck |
Graph Glad your shifting normally now. 6 B.C.? even I can't remember that!! I guess what your trying to tell me is we must just be step cousins. Rotzaruck!!! | ||
| Graphtricks |
Rotza, Just like a Buell. The Ugly, red-headed stepchild of the wealthy Harley family. As much a part of the family as the next cousin, but never really appreciated by the patriarch of the family. The dealership I've taken to wandering into as of late says "Blankity-blank Harley Davidson/Buell, open seven days a week, may I help you?" on the phone, but try to find anything for a Buell in their store. They always have that bewildered look on their faces when you ask for something. "What? You don't need a Kuriyakin chrome trinket for your Buell?" Sheesh. "We'll order that up for you sir, it'll take about 10 days, all of the part numbers have been superceded, so we're not quite sure if we ordered the right part. Oh, by the way, if you special order it, you can't return it..." | ||
| Rotzaruck |
Graph I have mixed results at my local dealer. Very few Buells to look at, they had six, then four, then two I think. I've had the DISCUSSION "We don't sell many Buells. "Well, you've sold most of what you had, why don't you get some more/" "We just don't sell many Buells" "Have you considered how hard it is to sell bikes you ain't got?" "We just don't sell many Buells" I'm only there for parts any way, got a fifty/fifty chance of getting a parts guy who is interested or one who gives you that "I don't know if I want to fool with you or not look", but even those guys have given it a pretty good shot. They have had some parts, but not all, but I can't complain too much. The sponsors on the board are very good though, I've gotten stuff from Appleton and Stone Mountain after talking to someone who knows Buells, what I need, and gets it out the door. If you don't need something immediately, it's nice to wait a couple of days and have it on your front porch. As a matter of fact, if you call one of the sponsors (I'm sure of those I mentioned, probably the others) and tell them you're my cousin, you'll get a discount. You might want to mention BadWeB just to be safe. Rotzaruck!!!!! | ||
| Mm128 |
These are all good stories and reminds me of mine.... It was about9 yrs ago... We had just moved to South Ga... I was unloading my 94 Suzuki Katana 600 from the back of my Dads Dodge Ram Truck... We found us a nice inclined ditch.. and proceeded to wheel the bike out... No problems.. got it off the truck and parked in on the drive through entrance to the church that we were unloading it at... I parked it with the front end facing the road and in a SLIGHT decline..... It NEVER occurred to me that the kickstand could fold up... I proceeded to get my gear out and get ready to ride off... My Dad gets back in the truck (its running and i see him bobbing his head as he is listening to music)... I approach the bike and get ready to mount.. IT SLIPS... and falls on its left side with my COMPLETE LOWER body UNDER it.. I cant move... and i am YELLING like a school yard GIRL for my Dad to help... About 3 mins go by and i am STILL YELLING... he looks in the rear view mirror and DOES NOT see me... Dad says, " where you at..???" I respond, "Under the DAMN bike where I have been YELLING for you for the last 5 minutes." Dad says, "what the HELL are you doing under there...???" I respond, "Checking the Damn Oil... What do you think.. the bike slipped and i got STUCK!!!!!" He was laughing so damn hard I had to tell him to stop so he could get the bike off me.. No real pain... couple MINOR bruises and couple scratches on the plastic of the Katana... I traded it about 4 monts later for my 1998 BUELL S1. I remember that day like it was yesterday.... Dad still laughs about it. Matt. | ||
| Fwiw |
This is an old story. My first long ride was from Northern Maine to Philly on my new 1972 Triumph Tiger (loved that bike). I was 18 or so. At a stoplight in Philly, I see a couple of hot girls in a convertible making eye contact. So I pulled up on their right side. There was just enough room to get my bike beside the car and some construction. The drop off was maybe 18" or so into the new road bed. Anyway, doing my best to impress, I put my right foot down and... you guessed it. Dropped into the construction area and all I hear is two girls laughing hysterically as they drive off. <sigh> | ||
| Bobr |
Hey Dave, I think this thread has Topic potential. Here are a few of my more memorable moments: Take 1: 1970 something-I'm turning right on my Honda 400F and a member of the blue rinse brigade attempts to run me down. When I avoid her and stop I'm too rubber-legged to hold the bike up. NO I DID NOT WET MYSELF! Take 2: 1990 something-I'm getting onto I-75 on my FLHS and a guy in an SUV decides I'm the invisble moto. YES I WAS ACCELERATING! He runs me onto the shoulder and when I stop I'm too rubber-legged to hold the bike up. NO I DID NOT WET MYSELF! Take 3: 2000 something-I'm getting ready to go on a trip to Deal's Gap with a friend and my buddy falls off the ramp with his beemer trying to load it into his monster RV. Hahahahaha. Next trip we take together is to Wyoming and I decide to make my XB9SL all pretty. I drop it while I'm washing it in my driveway. I wet myself. As a follow up while we're at a hotel in Colorado I manage to almost fall off the ramp loading my bike but save it at the expense of my credentials. Owowowowow! I AM the King of zero mph crashes! BTW did somebody mention 5'8" as a zero mph crash excuse? That person is TALL! I'm 5'3". | ||
| Ulyrider2006 |
hey ya'll here's a short one. Couple weeks ago a friend and I are spending a couple hours out riding. We stop for a drink at a convenience store and while sitting in the parking lot trying to decide where to go from there I have the bike idling in neutral while putting on my helmet and gloves. right foot on peg left foot on ground. I'm riding a Uly and I'm 5'11" with no lower seat. bike leans right. Right foot goes down left foot goes to peg and coincidentally the shifter also. 1st gear and bike lunges nearly throwing it and myself to the ground. Fortunately nothing hurt but my pride. |
