WHAT WAS YOUR CLOSEST CALL?

[OB_Buffalo]

Thanks Bert, although Gerald and Nina were killed I escaped through the grace of God so I feel the recount qualifies for this thread. Whew! Yours presents a vivid mental picture. As well as the next post. Plus I can identify with it as my old gas dragster "Hog Power" was set so loose it blew 105 regular heavy(Harley Oil) out the pipes too. We used to put soda cups under the drag pipes while sitting in the local hamburger stand cause the owner did NOT like my 98 inch Sportster "marking it's spot in his driveway" and more than one of my buddies had oil spots on their faces after following HP at speed. Thanks guys I need a little laugh after my trip down memory lane. I'm glad you both came through okay.

 

[OB_gsx1300rguy]

Rt 57 one month ago in M*** coming around a blind decreasing radius right hander...Hello a Hardley fat boy in the middle of my lane with his buddy right behind him..slamed it down hard and squeeked by him.Thank god I was only doing 50 .

 

[OB_maui]

In '92 I sold my (harley) for 10 K cash and told my wife she couldn't have the money.

Buffalo, I'm sorry to hear your story, I'm very glad you had the reactions that you did.
The whole police dept. in that town should be thrown away!

[This message has been edited by maui (edited 08 October 1999).]

 

[OB_crazy bill]

dirty pete , my story is so much like yours its scary . except that i now have a permanent scar from a yamaha banshee footpeg stabbing me in the back.i used to race banshees cross country and have a hundred "that sucked" stories but ill spare you. sorry to hear about your friends buff. the corruptivity of law enforcmet never ceases to amaze me.

 

[OB_Dirty Pete]

Buffalo, that is the most horrifying story I've EVER heard about riding. You're really a target when you're stopped at a light. I had one guy, also in an old like 75 bathtub rusted out Buick go screaming past me through a red light after I made the decision to stop briskly for a yellow. I was too shaken to even chase the guy and kick his mirror off.

Maui, that is the second scariest story I've ever heard. You left off the part where she tried to Bobbit you. Too painful to recount?

 

[OB_mbuehler]

Riding back from work running on no sleep for 2 days. Traffic slowed to a crawl, but I was off in my own little world and didn't realize it. Looked up and I was doing 70 towards 20mph traffic, so I panicked and locked the rear, realized I wasn't going to stop in time, so I released it (almost lost control) and swerved around missing the back of a dark red subaru by about an inch and nearly ramming a police car in the middle of writing a ticket on the shoulder (which is why I think they have no buisiness doing that on the bridge). Pulled over as soon as I was off the bridge and took a 15 minute breather before riding slowly home. Learned not to ride when you're very tired.

 

[OB_Buffalo]

Don't get me wrong guys. one of my best friends Bob Shoe, who served with Gerald and I overseas. Served twenty years as a police officer and was IMHO what I believe a police officer should be. I feel lucky and priveliged to be counted among his friends. But then and even more now there existed the "brotherhood of shame" of supposed public servants that are at least as bad and IMHO far worse than those they are WELL PAID to serve. This number has become the majority not the minority now days. Absolute power corrupts, Absolutely. No truer words were ever spoken. Thats why every time I read about the perks of the job and how good it is to be king. I want to vomit. This maggot is a disgrace to himself and his profession and the exact opposite of both police and man. He and his like are as much responsible for the condition of our social structure as any of the slime they are paid to protect people like Gerald and Nina Grunden (R.I.P) from. I don't mean to change the content of this thread. This is very close to home for me. Please accept my apologies guys. This is an important thread that everyone can learn from and not my personal soap box. Once again, sorry. I love this bike and I'm very happy to be a member of this site, Thanks Chase

 

[OB_maui]

Pete, I got the shakes just typing that account. No one tells you that when you get married, your wife can possess the power of ten men when it come to money, You should have seen her when I tried to explain how a funny car got in my shop. But that's not a bike story, so I had to leave it out!

 

[Guest]

Buff - you can rest a-ssured that I understand where you are coming from. Fortunately there only seems to be one among us who doesn't take the situation seriously.

[This message has been edited by Todd (edited 08 October 1999).]

 

[OB_Buffalo]

Maui, I dunno,still a cool story and could lead to something. Maybe someone building a twin engined "funny Busa" like the double engined fuel Hawg Bonnie Truett let me ride(and scare myself nearly to death on) in 76. Ran a 9.08, which was terrible Truett did much better. But he wasn't fishtailing bigger and bigger as he went down the track watching the frame flex and trying to fold double with me in the middle. ha ha. Todd, I hear ya, Tweedle Dumb and his sidekick Tweedle Dumber are a royal pain.

 

[OB_maui]

SORRY, riding my YZ 400 through an open range road, I cam over a hill at about 75 mph, into some cattle, Going too fast to slow down, hit the throttle, I was about to clear the last steer, He decided that since I was about to "pounce", he'd turn right in front of me to fake me out.

Same day came over another hill, again 75mph. Tourist parked in the middle of the road where you couldn't get buy on either side. Again, hit the throttle. Shot up a bank that I never ever ever would have tried! I put about 40 pounds of gravel in that guy's car as I went buy.

I've had more than my fair share of near death.

 

[OB_Dirty Pete]

Todd, I ***umed that when you referred to someone who wasn't taking this topic seriously, you were talking about FC, and perhaps you were.

I thought you were thinking FC should have had something worthwhile to say about the way that Buffalo's and his friends' tragedy turned out. You know, considering the sickening police role in the whole thing.

Please don't get after Maui for a little humor in a grave situation. Remember M*A*S*H?

Speaking for myself, I gotta be an a-hole at least twice before coffee or I'd choke on it.

 

[OB_GSXRTURBO1]

I had just turned the boost WAAAYYY up on my turbo GSXR, was on I-75 with nobody ahead of me, and let it rip. A lady who was up ahead decided to move over 4 lanes all at once, just as I was appraoching well into triple digits. To this day, I don't know how I didn't rear end her. I stood on the brakes so hard that the rear of the bike was way up in the air and I was modulating the front barke lever between keeping the rear down and avoiding becoming part of her trunk. I was never as scared as I was at that moment and haven't been as scared since. Now when I decide to go on a high speed run, I'm not just dismissing any cars that are several lanes over, they are constantly on my mind and hopefully in my perephrial vision. God, the hair on my neck is standing up just thinking about this again.

 

[OB_Dirty Pete]

Just for Maui's benefit, I got to tell you why I mentioned the steer thing in my original post.

I used to have a cottage and to get to it I had to p*** through a fully gated field where a farmer used to let beef ranchers grow their beef steers from 200 to 600 pounds from April to October.

I was leaving the cottage to go to the city on my V-Max and had to cross the field, but the steers, 30 or so at about 500 pounds (remember these guys have still got their balls and horns) were closely herded on the narrow truck path I had to cross to get to the other side of the pasture.

I approached the herd and they didn't move. I decided to sound like a predator and honk my airhorns while I revved my Hindle pipe.

They parted slowly and I crawled through them close enough to touch them often.

As soon as I got past them, I accelerated to 30 mph then looked in my rear views.

They were charging me as a herd! Running full speed with their freakin' foaming tongues hanging out! I couldn't help but laugh as I was riding to see such a sight in my mirrors, but if I hadn't got over the cow grates before they did....

[This message has been edited by Dirty Pete (edited 08 October 1999).]

 

[OB_maui]

Pete, that's a funny story. I think I left a big ol burn mark on that steer when I went by him. If I was on the brakes, would have been a ugly crash for sure!

I grew up on a cattle ranch (42,000 acres) so I know a little about cattle.

buffalo, sorry, no dual motor, looking at a 550 TFX w/14-71

[This message has been edited by maui (edited 08 October 1999).]

 

[OB_Dirty Pete]

Maui I think a fight between a 600 pound beef steer and a 300 pound tiger would be even money.

Talk about getting off topic.

 

[OB_maui]

I don't know about that, I'll bet even money that steer told all his buddy's that night about a bright yellow 'tiger" that almost got him...I wonder if they got internet access?...MOOOOOOOOOO!

 

[OB_KawAbuser]

Dirty Pete your story sounds like a lot of BULL.

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

Hey shouldn't Balls be B****, Chase you missed one

 

[OB_ducmanic]

My closest call was probably when i told Cyber Josie that i thought the CBX was junk, and that i thought Hondas were lousy bikes.
Nothing else even comes close-
ducmanic
Los Angeles

 

[OB_Dirty Pete]

Duc I remember that story you posted about the guy on the race track, and wouldn't have been surprised if you had decided not to post at all.

Close call.