I'm sure it's like this with most bikers that have been around for a few years. The stories that I could recall which would have all my old buddies convulsed in stitches would fall flat in the re-telling on this forum, because you just had to be there!
Like the time when my Triumph twin with a broken conrod had to be rescued, but the only recovery vehicle available was a mate's old 650cc single Panther sidecar outfit, with the sidecar body removed and my Mom's kitchen table top strapped on the sidecar chassis to make a flat load body.
The story of that exercise, if told by a good comedy raconteur, could have audiences flocking to pay good money to hear about it!
And the time when four of us decided to go to a road race meeting, but instead of leaving early in the morning like "normal" people, oh no, we had to set off late at night after the pub closed, and 'camp' (without tents) at the circuit. Trouble was, no sooner had we got going when it started to rain. A committee meeting resolved that it was just a few spots, nothing to stop us carrying on, it would soon stop, but it didn't. It absolutely pissed down. Eventually, soaked and freezing we spotted alongside the road a farmer's large flat bed trailer, and decided that this would provide our shelter for the night. We felt that what we needed was a fire to warm us up and dry us out. (What we really needed was a bloody re-hab programme to properly dry us out!)
All we could find was wet firewood, but we managed to ignite it with some petrol from one of the bikes, and of course we lit the fire right in the centre of the space under the trailer. Wonderful idea, the smoke from the wet wood absolutely choked and blinded us. When we arrived at the circuit in the morning, there were the rest of our mates all clean and fresh, and full of "sympathy" of course
for the blackened bedraggled bunch of twats who only wanted to get there before them.
Topic: Funny motorcycle stories (Read 3078 times)
