Hmpf ... Okay ... standing at a red light, long 6 mile straight ahead ... and two idiots in a beemer next to me revving there underpowered gas-to-noise-converter ... I think: keep next to em to about 60mph (100kmh) ... wheelie, klick to second and show em my exhaust ...
Light turns green, I rev the busa, let go the shift (don't know the english word for "schakel"
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anywayz, rev the engine, shift, give full throttle ... ... ... and I fall f*cking sideways
... I FORGOT TO SET IT IN GEAR ... I WAS IN DAMN NEUTRAL
Thought I should finally add to this string ... I was rippin around my neighborhood 1 night on my old cbr, small wheelies ... I land one and suddenly the engine dies. what the ... crank, crank, crank ... nothin! dead dead dead. I walk the bike home about 1/2 mile up hill and the drive way is steeper yet. Next day I load it into my van, take it down to the local shop two guys help me unload. One of the guys hits the ingnition kill switch to the on position
I must have hit when I landed the last wheelie.
Tech tells me " that will be $35 " laughed and walked back into his shop...
Oh man I cant believe you admitted to that hehehehe I have a similar one though I removed the motor everything carried the frame to my buddies house so we could polish the frame swingarm etc on my 750 I put it all back together was driving down the road with this cute girl on back hit a bump and it died . It had this alarm system on it that would kill the ignition so I started taking the seat off etc looking for a loose wire. I ended up so mad I ripped the alarm system right out and threw it into the woods .. Then I found the loose ground cable from the battery It was right there in front of my face .
Monday I was out riding down the main drag in our city. I have a 2000 'busa blue/silver with matching leathers and HJC Helmit with a blue green mirrored visor. I pulled up beside an incredible looking chick in a Honda Prelude. I was high enough on my bike that I could see well into the car, and it looked like she wasn't wearing a shirt! In fact she was wearing one of those skin-tight flesh colored tank-tops. I admit I was not paying attention to the road and when I looked up there was a delivery truck stopped about 50 feet in front of me. I was going about 50 just to keep up to this chick trying to get a better look. All I can say is thank god for 6 piston caliper brakes!!!!!!!! The tires squeeled as I came to a stop so close to the trucks bumper that you could probably just slide a sheet of paper between us! Needless to say I was so embarrassed that the chick said something to me and all I could do is take a quick left and get out of there!!
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