Most embarassing moment
#1
Most embarassing moment
One morning I couldn't start my bike, so I called my neighbour, who came by had a look and then put the emergency-stop-switch in the "run" position...
I had inadvertently put in into stop...
This embarassing error equals the moment when I couldn't start my new-bought car - it was an automatic and I hadn't put it in the "P"-position...
I had inadvertently put in into stop...
This embarassing error equals the moment when I couldn't start my new-bought car - it was an automatic and I hadn't put it in the "P"-position...
#2
RE: Most embarassing moment
Good one, CosmoBob !
I had only returned to biking recently, and rode my old XJ900 Yamaha down to the meeting place...the bike started to misfire......and I thought.."what the h...l is going on ?"
I put the bike on the sidestand, and walked around it a couple of times, took out a plug, put it back,then saw that there was no oil in the sight glass - HORRORS ! Walked 2 Kilo's to a garage, bought 11/2 liters of oil, put I litre in, still no oil, then I realised
1 Bike on sidestand = no oil in sightglass
2 Switch to reserve fuel, wait 10 seconds......
Started bike, totally embarrassed, rode home and drained 1 litre of oil back out of the bike....[X(]
I had only returned to biking recently, and rode my old XJ900 Yamaha down to the meeting place...the bike started to misfire......and I thought.."what the h...l is going on ?"
I put the bike on the sidestand, and walked around it a couple of times, took out a plug, put it back,then saw that there was no oil in the sight glass - HORRORS ! Walked 2 Kilo's to a garage, bought 11/2 liters of oil, put I litre in, still no oil, then I realised
1 Bike on sidestand = no oil in sightglass
2 Switch to reserve fuel, wait 10 seconds......
Started bike, totally embarrassed, rode home and drained 1 litre of oil back out of the bike....[X(]
#3
#5
RE: Most embarassing moment
Way to go guys
Oddly, the first story that springs into my mind took place something like 18 years ago to the day! It was a sunny Easter Monday and I had owned by new CBR6 for about 7 weeks. Got kitted up but the bike broke down a few miles into the ride. I had to push the %^&&(* machine home. Had to then push the ^*&(*) machine to the bike shop the next day (another 2 miles).
Called in to the bike shop later that day. The mechanic has a big smile on his face. Hands me the keys and said I owed him for a tankful of %^&*(_) petrol. [:@][:@][:@] I will NEVER forget the sensation of the ^&**(()( fuel tank running dry!!!
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Oddly, the first story that springs into my mind took place something like 18 years ago to the day! It was a sunny Easter Monday and I had owned by new CBR6 for about 7 weeks. Got kitted up but the bike broke down a few miles into the ride. I had to push the %^&&(* machine home. Had to then push the ^*&(*) machine to the bike shop the next day (another 2 miles).
Called in to the bike shop later that day. The mechanic has a big smile on his face. Hands me the keys and said I owed him for a tankful of %^&*(_) petrol. [:@][:@][:@] I will NEVER forget the sensation of the ^&**(()( fuel tank running dry!!!
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#8
RE: Most embarassing moment
The most embarrassing situation on bike for me was at a track day (also mentioned in an old post). When I drove out from the tech inspection, with the helmet hung on the right mirror, it locked up the front brake and the bike went right to ground (with me under it…). It happened so damn quick that I didn't realize the reason for dining dust until later. Well, the CBR 1000 F showed its strength during the day and everything was just fine except for some pain in the chest that was hit by the left bar.
#9
RE: Most embarassing moment
This goes back a long ways...I'm not sure which bike it was, either my first road bike, a Kwak 500 2 stroke, or my 2nd bike, aKwak KZ900.Whichever bike, ithad the air duct leading to the air filter under the seat. I used to like to keep a small rag or two under the seat. I didn't know at the time what that opening under the seat was for. One day I figured that opening was a good spot to store a rag in, so I stuffed one in. Well, the bike as best I recall, lost a lot of power, so I worked my way over to the dealer where I purchased the bike. I explained what I was experiencing to Mr. DiSimone, the general manager. He took a look under the seat, and immediately yanked the rag out of the air duct. The look on his face made me feel like such a fool[&o]... he kept my rag, also.