Repeat after me: "I must not pop wheelies in Mayfair"

I did an unintentional one a few years ago on CBR600. I had a go of my
son's SV1000 a couple of weeks ago and he told me not to twist the
throttle as if I was on the Divvy.

 

Came in with the TZR I think, I've never seen an RD with one.

 

<whistles>
Mark 2 Norton Commando, side stand about as long as Tower Bridge and
twice as strong, Oh and it wasn't mine! Cousin nearly killed me, the
black eye lasted for weeks.

< Echo and Whistling>

Boxerboy

 

My Z250 A3 had a little peg on the front sprocket that flicked a lever
when it revolved to actuate a mechanism that retracted the sidestand if
you forgot it was down.

That worked rather well, until it was time to change the front sprocket
and you found out a genuine A3 one was three times the price of a
pattern part or a sprocket from the Z250 A1 or A2 that had no peg to
actuate the mechanism. Guess what sprocket I, as a very skint Z250
owner, bought?

--
Lozzo
Versys 650 Tourer, CBR600F-W racebike in the making, TS250C, RD400F
(somewhere)
BMW E46 318iSE (it's a car, not one of those 2-wheeled pieces of shite
they churn out)

 

That one's on the handlebars usually

Unobservant twats you mean. Anyway answer is simple, don't use a disc
lock.

 

Most I've seen on bikes parked in various places had a bright yellow tether
that clips onto the handlebar.

 

Fitted by people after they previously forgot.....

 

Doesn't stop an unobservant twat riding off with the thing still on though

DAMHIKT etc etc

 

Paging Mr Wegg ... Mr Wegg to the white courtesy 'phone, please.

 

I've ridden off from outside the flat on the Wing, with the rear wheel
chained to a ground anchor. Didn't even slow it down, as it pulled it
out of the floor.

 

There was one time I was seriously pissed and forgot to start the engine
before trying to pull away.

 

Quality.

 

The best bit was, plod was waiting at the bottom of the road, so having left
the bike where it was we decided to stroll down there and wish them merry
Christmas.

 

I'm quite surprised you managed ten feet, with the chain coming around
with the wheel. Good style, though.

You ought to have had words with the wanchor that fitted it into the
floor.

 

I was at a bike rally - we'd been out for supplies (beer) and had a pub
lunch with beer. Came back and sat watching the silly games drinking
beer, then decided to take the bikes back to the tents before we were
too pissed to ride them.

Jumped on the old CB750 and fired it up. Several people turned round
at the sound of bikes starting, then as I _clunked_ the thing into
first the inevitable abuse/encouragement started. Well, I thought they
were shouting abuse, but failed to translate it to "SIDESTAND!" Gave
it a twist and fed the clutch in a bit quick like, and the back end
slithered about on the fine gravel, causing a fortuitous fishtail as it
stepped out to the left - and then to the right and then the sidestand
clonked back down. The Honda-provided rubber foot did what it was
designed for, for once and the stand banged back up like a bullet.

I fishtailed off, trying desperately to a) not wind off and look a
complete twat, b) not fall off and look a complete twat c) try to look
like I was doing it intentionally and avoid being a complete twat. Had
a couple more beers to salve the wounded ego and let my cheeks cool
down and wandered back a bit later. The tracks in the gravel looked
impressive: starting from a skinny, whispy cleared snake it broadened
into a wide slide to the left and then a wider one to the right - then
there was a distinct cleared dash where the stand had dragged and a
corresponding jink in the tyre mark - then a couple more snakes before
it tailed off as I ran out of revs and fucked off upright.

Got away with that one, but wouldn't like to try it again. Must have
looked like a complete twat, mind.

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, RichardA

A few years back I knocked around with a blerk as had two cars at the
same time. Both auto boxes. One was a Vauxhall VX490. Couldn't get out
of its own way. The other? A Jensen Interceptor which... could.

Much humour ensued: He would jump from the Jenny into the Vauxhall, fail
to recalibrate his right foot, and crawl away from the lights like a
particularly slow granny.

After a day or two, he'd leap into the Jenny, fail to recalibrate his
right foot and...

Loud, it was.

 

I have had a similar experience this week. The hire car in Rhodes was a
painfully slow Astra, the slowness of which only became truly
transparent when I went for a second gear overtake. I had to drop it
into first to get it to actually move.

Jumped into the Aero this morning and it took off with such gusto that I
almost put it into the parked car in front. It's lively

 

Yeah, but hit 3rd gear in Rhodes and you fall off the end

 

I've had the gixer out for a spin today. First time I've had it properly
out of town since the TT and I've been riding nothing but the thumper
for the last month and a bit.

I'm glad it was dry, so rather than spit me off a hundred times it just
wheelied off every roundabout instead.

What an amazing machine. It's a scalpel compared to the KTM breadknife.