I was standing at a trafficlight some weeks ago and this girl, who just had her drivinglicense, killed her car and couldn't get it started. So I park my Savage on the side of the road, and while I walk towards the car to help the girl I hear my Savage topple over behind me  

Being "Vertically Challenged", my most embarrassing moments come when I put my feet down and there's no bottom. This used to happen all the time but I finally learned to look before I stop and avoid stopping on Crowned pavement or too close to bar ditches. Now it just happens when there are a lot of people watching.

I couldn't think of one until Reelthing mentioned the cell phone.

Once, I called my wife and then realized I had already put my helmet on and had to hold it up and yell for her to hang on while I took my helmet off.

Stupid=embarrassing for me.

Had a few badly timed & loud backfires before the rejet. Once in a bad part of town at night & under an overpass. (loud echo) POW!! Brake lights flashing everywhere. I thought someone might "return fire". I wanted to get out of there FAST but the traffic light just turned red & I sat there getting a few stares. I looked around like "What was that? Wasn't me!" Maybe I should have yelled out "Excuse me!" Probably every Savage owner has been there at least once.

Had just bought my Savage, was 100 miles into my 500 ride back home, a case of severe Monkey A$$ seriously suggesting I pull over at a gas station with the evergreen alibi 'fill'er up and don't spill any', look cool, Charles Bronson moustache and mirror finish RayBan driving spectacles, thick leather gloves and old, worn out black boots.
Bike is matt black front to end, [glow=red,2,300]Barabbas [/glow] if I ever saw one.
A true killer.
A lady with two teenage daughters locks all the doors and winds up the windows in her Volvo SW.
I finish stretching my legs, pay the gas, nod him g'day, smirk real mean at the lady in the Volvo, and...
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bike won't start .
Dead.
Barabbas wants to stay in Jail  ???
So I do some arms stretches, arch my back, groan, paddlefoot my way to a shady area, sit nonchalantly and try to figure out what's wrong with the bike, still looking ... half cool.
A few minutes later, bike still dead, I've finished my repertoire, haven't got a clue what the h3ll's wrong with her.
Bu99er, methinks, what now?
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Than my eyes wander by sheer chance on that red switch, just above the 'start' button, the one I flicked sooo cool to kill the engine when my Monkey A$$ was giving me schizoid visions of feather pillows ...  

So I flicked the switch, pulled the clutch, pressed the button, blipped the throttle and...
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almost fell over tripping the bike on its sidestand  
(no sidestand servo switch in Europe!)

So, howzat?

A N D

it's all true...  

Maurizio

mine happened on my gn 400 a precurser to the savage line.

i was leaving a friends house, she had a day care center there.  all the kids were watching i took off, next thing i know i'm waking up in the house across the street's front yard.  from what i'm told i hit some sand right after i shifted went down and skidded across the street into the neighbors front lawn.  they said i was out about two minutes. i picked myself up, calmed all the kids down, they were freaking, and gingerly drove away.

but that didn't stop me from screwing up.  after i got thumper i was doing burnouts in some loose sand in front of my farm, when it hooked up i did my "high ho silver away" impression.  front wheel came up i threw the bike away and watched as it skidded on the rear fender for about 75 feet then fell over and rolled twice. i had already removed signals.  it ended up with a broken right front peg, a baseball sized dent in the tank. and a banged up knee.. lucky for me no one saw it. funny part is a friend drove up just after it happened, it was the woman's husband from the first incident.

so now i'm just waiting for my next "screw up"  it's bound to happen.  i have been working on standing on the rear pegs and removing hands from wheel ala indian larry. the difference is i wear protective gear when i'm doing it.. knee pads elbow pads, full face helmet, and a motorcross style chest protector.  when i get it down, i'll take some video for show and tell.

jbrough7 wrote on 12/31/69 at 16:00:10:


i'm 49 going on 21.   i grow old, i refuse to grow up.

most of my friends at this point are in the mid 20's, great way to stay young. it was wierd the first time i went to a party with one of them. people looked at me and thought "who's the old guy". i then procceded to roll this giant joint out of some really big papers they had. blew em all away.  i then did  "eight minutes" for them.  my fate was sealed, i get invited to lots of parties now.  when young people meet me i'm generally the first adult that is not an authority figure, and they really dig that.  i then use the opportunity to let them know they should try to see their own parents as humans  not just mom and dad.  the most difficult part is the hotties, i've been happily married for 23 years now and would never cheat on my wife.  

49 going on 21, it's a good thing..

btw.  kids just were not in the cards.  my only life's regret.