How fat is too fat to ride?

[Jabba]

I am 6'2" and 320 lbs.

There have been quite a few people make the mistake of thinking I couldn't make a physical (athletic) move of some sort or another. 

On the BBall court, football field, and just in life. 

to the topic...

being fat sucks... it's been a life long battle for me.  I could EASILY jump to 400 lbs if I let myself.  I don't want to die young... Not from something like being too fat.  So... I try to push away from the table, eat some salads, and go to the gym way more than I really WANT to.

Have a heart guys... being a fat ass is a bitch.

Jabba 

[MacDragon]

It seems she's pretty big and I'm sure they know it...  They also know, if she's going to continue to ride with him, that they need a bigger bike.  I don't know what their financial situation looks like to do that but, if she likes to ride... more power to them.  
I'm sure lots of people need bigger bikes.  


Maybe go for something like this...



All kidding aside... A trike would probably do best for them.

[Tim H]

I would take this girl...



...and put her on this machine...



...and take her and put her on the back of my bike.

As long as you can hold the bike up.  I think your bigger safety concern is your heart.

[Fritz The Cat]

He's 6'1" around 210 - 220 I think. I would never say anything for fear of getting beat up by this mountain of a woman. I suspect he feels the same. She's domineering, pushy and if she thinks it, it comes out her mouth. 

[Hoser]

It seems she's pretty big and I'm sure they know it...  They also know, if she's going to continue to ride with him, that they need a bigger bike.  I don't know what their financial situation looks like to do that but, if she likes to ride... more power to them.  
I'm sure lots of people need bigger bikes.  


Maybe go for something like this...



All kidding aside... A trike would probably do best for them.

+1 on the trike.  I plan to have one in a few years, not because of weight, (I'm 5'9" and 165 lbs), but because of the fact that I am getting older.  Plus, the missus would probly be more likely to climb on a trike with me.  She has a hard time climbing on the Valk, she thinks it will fall over if she steps on a foot peg to get aboard.  And it would pull a trailer better.  She likes to take a lot of stuff!     Hoser

[da prez]

Just go with the safety issues.  The ex was not that heavy, but was pushing 300. I told her that it is unsafe  and I would not take the chance with her on the back as I could not control the bike safely.
  At the time I had an Interstate and when we would turn, she would flop into the lean or fight it. There was no uniform riding. I told her we would get her a bike, but she only wanted to be dead weight.  At this point, I would not take her on the bike. I did not want to be responsible for us to be in an accident. If you want to know what it feels like, put 40 gallons of water in a 50 gallon barrel and strap it on the back and go for a ride.
  In this womans defense, maybe she is a good passenger, but the safety ISSUE. Get her her own bike.
                                               da prez

[Momz]

Tell'em to buy a Gold Wing and matching riding outfits and helmets. Join the GWRRA immediately.
That way if the bad thing happens, they will be automatically voted "Couple of the Year".  

[sugerbear]

i really didn't want to post on this but

i have a bmi of 36.5. i've had several ekg's and cardiac cath's. dr trying to find a problem with my heart.

because i'm FAT. guess what, not ONE single problem.  i'm 6ft  375lbs. always been FAT.

Dr's don't know it all. their just "practicing"  what's absolute today is just that "today", tomorrow it's "new research now shows....".  remember the "eggs are really bad for you" thing?

try this site  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/05/08/heart-disease-risk_n_859072.html

i'm sure she knows she's fat, it's hard to miss, maybe she doesn't "choose" to be fat.

some on here are stupid, does that mean they should be riding tricycles and wearing "fall over helmets"? maybe they need someone to tell them when they've had too much to drink.

OH WAIT, if your under 5ft 7in your too short to ride a valk, maybe you should get something more your size, like a moped maybe?

i guess it's ok to ride up in sturgis with all the drunk/high bikers x thousands, or all the brain dead text'ers on the highway,  but it's not ok to ride with someone thats fat.

i say shut the f%$# up and ride your own ride and leave everyone else alone.

[fudgie]

If you can throw a leg over it, know how to ride, then you can ride a bike. Geez some say riding helmetless is a safety issue. 

[JimmyG]

Just let em ride!!!  I think a trike would be a good idea though.

[¿spoom]

I'm still on my first drink, so am I missing something or did we get off track here? I thought this was about how much weight the bike could safely operate with, not whether or not the weight was healthy or not. Screw the politics and I don't care if she could outrun me or do 1000 situps non-stop, (I'm fat-I'm 5'8", 220lbs.) she's too big to be sitting behind him on the bike.

[DIGGER]

trike

[Kaiser]

Hey guys!  Check out my Valk!

[Big Rig]

He's 6'1" around 210 - 220 I think. I would never say anything for fear of getting beat up by this mountain of a woman. I suspect he feels the same. She's domineering, pushy and if she thinks it, it comes out her mouth.  

Maybe that is why he feeds her, to keep her quiet...just sayin  

Here is the deal...FAT people know they are FAT ...people married to fat people know they are FAT ...you are not telling them something the dont already know . As Jabba stated earlier, being fat is a bitch . but we all know we are, some deny it, other try to hide it.

The decision to ride is their's, everyone that rides like the wind in their face. Fat people get more wind. Maybe they are onto something! Is it safe? to each their own.

I would not say anything, I would be very cautious riding with them if it makes you uncomfortable.  

As for being on a Harley, I dont think the type of bike makes a difference, but one with a high horsepower to weight ratio might be in order.  

Ride Fat, Ride Safe and just ride...

Pass the cookies!  

[DarkMeister]

  All good points, BigRig! What I gather from this and the other 'fat' thread is that majority of people are fully aware of their weight issues. They also do understand the health risks. Whether they find the time, willpower, resources etc. to change things is a personal issue. Live and let die live...

[Disco]

To me, this isn't a fat versus skinny discussion.  It's a safe versus unsafe discussion.  If she places a higher priority on being included than she does on his being displaced from his normal riding position, that's on her, but if he's cool with it I'm cool with it.  Up to a point.  If, because of her size, his ability to control the bike is compromised in any way and, because of her insistence, he chooses to enter a public roadway with other traffic, that's on him and I'm not cool with it.  I don't think anyone should think that's OK.   

[bigguy]

I had a coworkers years ago. (Now dead from weight related stroke.) The guy was almost 6' tall but pushed the scale over 500 lbs. (Couldn't get weighed regularly because most scales don't go that high.)
He smoked. drank, and ate what he wanted. He made it clear, in a belligerent way, that he knew he was fat and putting his health at risk, but it was his decision, and nobody else's. He was a reporter and his weight did interfere with his work on several occasions. Heck, there were places he just couldn't go. But that was between him and the boss and as long as they had it worked out, I wasn't going to stick my nose in it.
The newsroom is on the second floor of the building. The elevator goes out occasionally forcing us to use the stairs. The main stair case goes through a door that locks to the out side. You can always get out, but need a key to get in. Because of security reasons, keys are only issued to a few people. That meant the rest of us, including Wes, used the back stairs. This is a narrow steep climb up what was once a private entrance to a second floor office. The corridor is just under 4' wide and gains 20' elevation in about 20' with a narrow landing half way up. The grade is better than 45°. I always use the stairs and only know the elevator is out when I see other people climbing the steps. (Not for health reasons. The elevator opens on the new room and I will never be able to get out of it with hearing, "Oh Guy, Since you're here I've been having trouble with ...")
I hit the stairs one morning and noticed the stairwell seemed to be blocked. Looking closer, I could see Wes' 500+lb bulk leaving the landing as he tackled the second leg of the climb. Taking the steps two at a time as I usually do, I found myself on the landing as Wes was tackling the 3rd or 4th step. I could hear a rhythmic thumping. I didn't think it was my heart. Could it be Wes? He grunted with the effort of straightening his leg on each step. Perspiration poured from him him and I could hear his ragged, gasping breath as he tried to suck in enough O2 to fuel the Herculean effort of lifting that much mass.
"What's going to give out first," I wondered. "A knee or his heart."
Then it dawned on me. With his bulk filling the narrow tunnel in which we stood from wall to wall, I would have no place to go once it did. My only hope would be to outrun the corpulent corpse as it tumbled back down the shaft to the mouth of the stairs. I thought of Indiana Jones in Raiders of the lost Ark.
I backed down the stairs a way, to give myself a head start in the event I needed it.  I watched, fascinated as pure will power continued to defy gravity. Pouring sweat, he must have lost a gallon of water during that climb. Hands that looked like catchers mitts assisted the effort pushing against the rail on one side and a straightening knee on the other. The gasping and wheezing increased until I almost expected to feel a vacuum at each desperate inhalation. One of his frequent coughing fits would have surely been the end, dislodging him from his precarious perch.
But despite all odds, he eventually stood triumphantly at the summit. He noticed me as he stood there, hands on knees, trying to catch his breath. Unable to speak yet, he signaled me to come on up. There in the opening at the top of the stairs was enough room for me to get around him. He was signaling me to come on, as he would be there for a while yet.
He didn't have many more triumphs after that. It was just a couple of weeks later that I learned of his death.
Nobody ever questioned his will or determination. The guy would latch onto something like a pitt-bull and jut not let go. If he had ever decided to lose weight, I have little doubt he'd have been successful. But it was like a point of pride for him. Almost like he was committing slow suicide and daring anybody to stop or confront him.
He seemed like an interesting character, but unfortunately, I did know him long enough to be sure.

[klb]

I guess it all boil's down to her husband-If she's still on the back of the bike he must be ok
with it-Be fat be skinny most of all be happy and if riding makes one happy do it no matter
how big or small you are!!!!