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There was a Youtube vid of a guy loading his brand new Goldwing at the dealership. He flubbed it on the ramp and crashed the bike while loading it. No mileage on it and it needed work before he rode it. Expensive lesson.
I had a 67 chevy PU as a teenager, I'd drop the tailgate and ride up or sit on the seat and roll down backwards. But I was on a BULTACO Sherpa T
BTDT Riding a bike into a PU bed, loads of fun. Tank shift, suicide clutch on my Recon. Front brake semi-engaged. I hit the front wall of the bed and let the engine die with clutch engaged in first.
That takes cajones Tom. As much as I’d love to be not hauling a trailer, I love my low, low trailer with a full width swing up ramp. No need to even start the bike, just get a short running start.
Here’s mine..Back in the early ‘90s I had a GS1000 that I was running up onto a steel bench that was about 2’ wide and 18” high..(the bench, not the bike..)I would usually accomplish this fiendishly difficult exercise, by employing a plank 2” thick and 1’ wide which was ok, but it was always a bit marginal for length..Anyway I fired up the GS as I had done many times and while standing beside, snicked it into gear and clutched it up the ramp which was (almost) always a straightforward affair.But like most affairs, they can go wrong... Once the front wheel had cleared the plank and dropped the aforementioned 2” onto the solid bench top, I was gripped with an overwhelming sense of achievement and gave the engine a minuscule rev and foolishly let the clutch out a further femtometre.This was not a good idea... The rear tyre flicked the plank rearwards, firing it across the shed and coming to rest tantalisingly out of reach, since I was still holding the handlebar of the bike and the whole shooting match crashed down, with the front wheel on the bench, rear wheel hanging over the edge rotating languidly and the exhaust system smashed into the edge of the bench.Could not lift the back end on..(too piss weak)Could not drag the bike backwards..(again to piss weak)Could not reach the wall ‘phone for help..(too short)STUCK...!So I stood like a rabbit in the headlights pondering my predicament and mentally added up the emotional and dollar cost of letting go of the whole thing and walking away. After some time I noticed that there was a piece of broom handle that I could drag closer with my outstretched leg and was able to get it close enough to bend down and retrieve, while still balancing the stricken Japanese behemoth that was seemingly mocking my hapless state.Jamming the the broom handle into a (hopefully) safe place where it would not dislodge, I began to sidestep my way towards the wall ‘phone and balanced the bike vertical while reaching for the hand piece with my fingertips.Upon succeeding in this incalculably difficult pursuit, I dialled a mate who lives about 30 minutes away and explained my plight.Being the man he is he said...“No worries Huzo, I’ll just finish my cuppa’ and hang the washing out and I’ll come over....” After standing there for about 40 minutes, in he comes and I was treated to another five minutes of finger pointing and an unbridled display of derisive laughter and finger pointing.One minute later..?The bike was on the bench...Well, alllrrrighhtyyy then....
that's a real friend, well, actually a real friend (at least in the smartphone age) and taken some video and posted it BEFORE helping you out!on the plus side, the more stupid mistakes one makes in life, the smarter one becomes assuming they live thru their mistakes....
Yeah SRE.The story crops up occasionally...
The price of fame!Almost all truly memorable achievements are unintended!Not sure why......I suspect your surviving friends are going to have a lot of stories and laughs at your funeral.
I think it’s a bit like humour.The funniest people, don’t know why they are. Some of the best instances I’ve ever been a part of, involved the victim failing after he’s told everyone to..“Stand back, y’all had better leave this to me....”
