Your Most Embarrassing Moment
David Grensing
I'm sure some of you can share an embarrassing
story...
Here's my.
I was on a 2nd date with my now wife and decided
to take her riding to she if she fit my requirements. :)
I had just unload my quad and was warming in up in
the parking lot, and decided to show off a bit.
So I rode a wheelie across the gravel parking lot,
turned around and decided to ride one back toward my
truck(BIG MISTAKE) where Pam was standing.
Well, I hit second and sat my quad on the rear grab bar
(which the quad can balance on on its own). Being in
such a verticle position, I couldn't get my foot to hit the
rear brake...I was coming up fast on my truck. I finally
decided to ditch it, so I rolled off to the side, pulling
the 4-wheeler with me to try to turn it away from my truck.
It didn't work...I hit the dirt and the quad rammed my
3 month old GMC truck...needless to say, Pam wasn't impressed,
nor was my insurance company. We still went for a ride, but she
was every nervous of my riding ability. Most embarrassing I must
say! :)
Dave
'87 Banshee
Mark Ingersoll
I was trail riding near Titusville, FLA with these really fast enduro
guys. They used to smoke me in the woods sections, but in the open, my RM
250 could gain ground. Well, in Florida, we used to get these mile long
sand trails that would get whooped out after months of riding.
So, after falling to the rear of a 8 bike pack, we all turned onto this
mile long whoop section. Normally, everybody doubles through with a
rhythm, blipping their throttles and timing it. But no, I had to make some
passes and not end up last at the next turn. Instead of doubling, I hit
fourth or fifth gear and started SKIPPING from whoop to whoop. It was
INSANE! I was going so fast that the bike was stable the faster I went.
The bad part was I couldn't slow down because under 25-30 mph, the bike
shaked and bucked violently.
I was going so fast that I put about 300 yards on everybody by the time
we reached the turn. At that point, I chopped the throttle and tried to
slow down as stable as I could. But as soon as I hit 25-30 mph, I got
headshake and cart-wheeled my bike. We flipped about 2 or 3 times and
both me and my bike ended up on the side of the trail. It looked so
stupid. And of course, the other 7 bikes came by with their nice, rhythmic
whoop to whoop blipping of the throttle while I lie there like some
cheese eating kid.
I was never so embarrassed in my life, except for maybe the canal
crossing, but that's another story ...
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Elizabeth City MX Club
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Chris Doane
I went to a race with a friend Rich and his father at Moto Park near
Durham, Ontario in 1980. I couldn't get my YZ125 started no matter what I
did and I was missing 125 Junior practice. I looked at the plug, checked
for spark, etc but nothing seemed wrong at all. After a few miles of futile
bump-start attempts my friend's father said "Forget it Chris, Junior
practice is over". We were exhausted, and I wasn't listening. I retired to
a lawn chair and for some serious self-pity.
Rich's Dad was not to be defeated. He started working on the YZ. Plug.
Spark. Gas. Then...Off came the airbox screws and as he started to pull the
airfilter out he said "I don't believe it !". He pulled out a shop rag from
the carb throat and whipped it at me. To make it worse there was a piece of
paper towel in there too ! EVERYONE was laughing. In my haste to start the
bike I knocked my helmet off the toolbox and broke my visor off. MORE
laughter. I suited up, started the bike, roared off and promptly wiped out
in the pits fifty feet later. The people back at the van were absolutely
crying now. I restarted, zipped through the pits, through the gate and
joined practice. I was really mad now. I went totally beserk and started
passing people.
Then I got up behind a guy who just totally pulled away from me on the
straight. Each lap it was the same: he'd just smoke me on the straight AND
he kept getting black flagged at the finish line for some reason. After a
couple of more laps like that, the referee ran in front of me waving the
black flag furiously, so I stopped. He ran over to me and yelled into my
face, "When I wave the black flag YOU STOP, do you hear me ? Now get off
the track ! This is 250 SENIOR and EXPERT practice !" :)
| Chris Doane cdo...@passport.ca | The Computer Guys Ltd. | Toronto,
Ontario, CANADA | 92 Suzuki RM125 | Red-head-aholic | Speed limit exceeder
| Burned-out musician | Motocross rider | ilpl | | "I wish that it might
come to pass. not fade like all my dreams..." N.Peart, 2112 |
Mark Ingersoll
I was riding down in Palm Bay, Florida where there are literally miles of
canals. I was riding with a friend down these canals when we got tired
and decided to head back to our trucks. Unfortunately, we needed to ride
about 1-2 miles down to cross this particular canal. Instead, we came up
on this dry spot that looked good to cross.
Well, I decided to go first. I 2nd geared my RM250 down one side and was
going to ride across, expecting some light mud. Well, you guessed it:
About halfway across, me and my bike sank up to my bars in mud. My buddy
fell over laughing so hard. All you could see was my rear fender, seat,
and handle bars.
The real laugh was the next 45 minutes trying to haul the bike out of
that sucking mud.