What's the dumbest thing you've ever done on a motorcycle?

[Big IV]

It is a tossup between riding naked (sounds better than it is) and drinking and riding.

[FryeVRCCDS0067]

In the early 70's my folks owned an acre on a fairly large local lake. The family would congregate and party there most every weekend.

Dirt-bikes, ski-boat, grill and camping trailer, it was a great life and childhood which I will forever be grateful to my folks for. There was a "teenage off-road motorcycle culture" there for lack of a better way of describing it. The locals had endless trails through the hills and hollers surrounding the lake. (nearly all the woods there are full of homes now ) We also had a flat dirt track with the long straights being maybe 75 yards long and the short ones on the ends maybe 30 yards.

I was up there one weekend without my dirt bike and had borrowed my brother's Honda trail 70 while his son, my nephew Greg, was on a trail 50. I got out on the track and was trying to race the older guys with the much faster two-stokes. There were several cars parked around the track with lots of beer drinking and some dope smoking taking place on the hoods of the cars while they watched the riders. (you could sit on the hood of a car without denting it then) I was getting frustrated because I couldn't begin to stay with the other riders on the long straights on that trail 70. I decided to pass a few bikes just before the corner as I left the track by holding the throttle pinned and going straight into the field while they had to brake for the corner.

The weeds were 3' tall in the field and the trail 70's tires were small diameter. And I was braking hard to get slowed down before I got to the bystanders. Then my front tire dropped into an unseen hole or ditch in the weeds and I took a trip over the bars and started to tumble with my brother's bike endowing behind me. When I stood up out of the weeds the car-hood onlookers had paused their drinking and smoking long enough to see if I got up. Then a large amount of laughter ensued, but at least they didn't laugh till after I did.

[RoadKill]

I dont know if I could pick 1 dumb thing,too many to chose from. Most of them could not be done justice with words alone. Pictures,stories,X-rays and Video would help but most of them you just wouldn't get the full picture with out being there 

[R J]

What happens in San Francisco, stays in San Francisco.

As Forrest Gump would say:
“That's all I have to say about that.”

That sounds bad Rj!   

This was in 1950 before the town went Queer.

[FryeVRCCDS0067]

What happens in San Francisco, stays in San Francisco.

As Forrest Gump would say:
“That's all I have to say about that.”

That sounds bad Rj!   

This was in 1950 before the town went Queer.

  You guys are killing me here. 

[pBrain]

Flew down the Grand Concourse from Kingsbridge Road to Bedford Park Blvd, Made a left to Bainbridge turned right went up Bainbridge the wrong way,  Had to lay the bike down to avoid the bus coming at us.

Haven't done anything dumb enough to be worthy of this thread on a motorcycle, but I did do some crazy and dumb things int he Bronx!!!

I grew up on Marion Ave and 193rd st!!!

[Jess from VA]

Ever try to ride home with a one dollar six pack tucked in your crotch, then almost wreck the bike trying to catch it when it leaps out after hitting a pothole?   

Me neither.   


You can tell the age of the story, by the price of the beer.

[RoadKill]

Ever try to ride home with a one dollar six pack tucked in your crotch, then almost wreck the bike trying to catch it when it leaps out after hitting a pothole?   

Me neither.   


You can tell the age of the story, by the price of the beer.

you are supposed to carry the last 5 by hanging them on the bars by the plastic ring that is vacant because of the one you are drinking.

[F6CTrider]

Early 80's and I am in my mid twenties, hard partying, bimbo years. Ride was a Suzuki 1000GX sport tourer.
#1: Evening ride to next town in VERY heavy fog, visibility at about 50 feet max.  Too impatient to follow the crawling cages.  Smart enough to avoid passing in the oncoming lanes.  Dumb enough to pass a long line of cars using the shoulder at high speed.     Yes, alcohol was involved.  No injuries.
#2: We ran out of beer so we all decided to ride about 6 blocks to a fresh party house.  So EIGHT of us ride my suzuki. 1 on the front fender, one on the luggage rack, four lined up from tank to sissy bar, and one hanging off each side on the crash bars.  Should have been in the circus tryout.  Yes alcohol was involved.  No injuries.
#3: One of my wilder conquests / bimbo dejour wants to "do it" on the bike.  Well WTF!, I'm game.. ..Fast forward 5 minutes.....She and I have on nothing but sneakers, She is laid back on the tank, I am......uh......."blissfully engaged",  We are doing about sixty in 5 gear on a lonely desert highway!  Alcohol was not involved.  No injuries.  Only witnesses were in the three or four cars that came by in the oncoming lanes.  I am sure they all got a memorable laugh from the brief chance encounter.  As a side note, some people might think baseball to "maintain performance", this worked better.  We had to finish things later.

It was a good year

Now that I think about it....#3 might be worth another try.   
I doubt the wife is game though.  Now what the heck was that girls name?

[Chattanooga Mark]

Wrecked and totaled my beautiful Moto Guzzi Bassa about 9 years ago.

Mark

[hubcapsc]

... riding naked (sounds better than it is) ...

Then it must really be awful 

-Mike

[czuch]

Young, Brave, Daring. We left a J.J. Cale concert in Golden New Mexico. Great time, some beer.
Beautiful summer night and everything was perfict. 71 Honda 750 with Hooker 4 into 1, unbaffeled sounding like an F-1 when gettin on it. Man I loved that bike. Decided it would be a good night to try riding with sneakers and  smile. Rolled up the duds nicely and bungeed em securly to the back seat.
Rolling merrily along for about 30 miles and finally had enough. Clothes werent where I left em.
Turning back, I got about 2 miles and hit reserve. Thankfully, I found them before it was push time.

[Bonzo]

Flew down the Grand Concourse from Kingsbridge Road to Bedford Park Blvd, Made a left to Bainbridge turned right went up Bainbridge the wrong way,  Had to lay the bike down to avoid the bus coming at us.

Haven't done anything dumb enough to be worthy of this thread on a motorcycle, but I did do some crazy and dumb things int he Bronx!!!

I grew up on Marion Ave and 193rd st!!!

Dude I grew up on 194 and Marion!!! 1967 to 1978! my real name is Steven,  i knew all the 193 st boys, Antony and Michael R., Gary F, Richie D. Carl Ring any bells?

[DIGGER]

On a Bun Burner Gold Iron Butt ride my riding buddy during the day had on a pair of sunglasses and had some clear safety glasses strapped on the back of the bike for night time.   When it got dark he realized he had lost his clear night glasses.   After a couple hours riding at 80 mph in the dark with dark sunglasses on we stopped for gas.    Time was of the essesnse so we gassed quickly and he ran into the truck stop to see if he could find some clear safety glasses.   He came running out putting them on and hollered "Got'em.....lets go."    We took off.   Couple hrs later we stopped again and he said "Man, these clear glasses aint worth a crap....they are blurry, can't hardly see."  I looked at the glasses on his face and said "You got to take off the protective film dummy."    He had been riding for about 2 hrs looking through the protective film.  Ha......we still laugh about that.

[FryeVRCCDS0067]

Young, Brave, Daring. We left a J.J. Cale concert in Golden New Mexico. Great time, some beer.
Beautiful summer night and everything was perfict. 71 Honda 750 with Hooker 4 into 1, unbaffeled sounding like an F-1 when gettin on it. Man I loved that bike. Decided it would be a good night to try riding with sneakers and  smile. Rolled up the duds nicely and bungeed em securly to the back seat.
Rolling merrily along for about 30 miles and finally had enough. Clothes werent where I left em.
Turning back, I got about 2 miles and hit reserve. Thankfully, I found them before it was push time.

 

[bigguy]

I'd just taken a spectacular tumble. (That's another story you can read here if interested:
http://www.texarkanagazette.com/Bikers-Blog/2010/09/08/sparks-in-the-dark/)
The wife, kids and grand kids were right behind me in the daughter's minivan. I knew the wreck must have look horrible, but I was pretty sure I was OK. I heard my son tell my wife to stay in the van as he ran up to check on me.
I wanted to get up quickly so my wife, daughter and grand kids would see I was alright, but my leg was trapped under the bike. I told my son to get the bike off of me. He reached down, but for some reason didn't lift the bike. I again told him to get the bike off so I could stand up and left everybody know I was OK. For some reason, he pulled on the bike, but still didn't lift it off. Impatiently, I again ordered him to get the bike off. As he continued to jiggle it around, I began to realize he was saying something. I finally caught what it was.
"Dad! Let go!"
I had a death grip on the bars. 

[fubar606]

did my ex on a bike    should have dun her at all

[Valkahuna]

Young, Brave, Daring. We left a J.J. Cale concert in Golden New Mexico. Great time, some beer.
Beautiful summer night and everything was perfict. 71 Honda 750 with Hooker 4 into 1, unbaffeled sounding like an F-1 when gettin on it. Man I loved that bike. Decided it would be a good night to try riding with sneakers and  smile. Rolled up the duds nicely and bungeed em securly to the back seat.
Rolling merrily along for about 30 miles and finally had enough. Clothes werent where I left em.
Turning back, I got about 2 miles and hit reserve. Thankfully, I found them before it was push time.

I was young, brave, and daring once upon a time. It is only now that I realize I was also stupid.

I was not going to chime in, but what the hay, here goes:

In 1985 we were taking a family vacation in Quebec Province, at Jerry Lake. I wanted to take my bike, a 1984 V65 Sabre. My wife was going to drive up the car, a new  85 Crown Victoria, with the kids, and all our stuff. I've never been shy about twisting the throttle, and if you've ever been on I-95 from Connecticut to Northern Maine, you know the road is very straight, sparsely traveled, and very boring once you get north of Bangor. I've owned, and ridden a lot of bikes in 48 years that I have been riding, and I have to say that I would rank that V65 as one of the most powerful, and fastest.

Trouble was that half the time I rode that bike, I had to prove to myself just how fast this thing really was. Maybe not smart, but I never claimed to be.    Well, this trip was no different, and since I was bored, the bike was not burdened with stuff tied to it, and I guess because I could, I twisted the throttle up. My wife kept up with me to about 90, and then her common sense kicked in, and she backed off, which only spurred me on more. 

I went W.O.F. on the throttle and kept it there.  Even though traffic was sparse, at that speed, (I saw an indicated 150+ with me laying on the tank tucked in behind a little Rifle fairing), it was not long until the traffic going in my direction was looking like it was coming toward me. In the distance I saw two cars that were just pacing each other, side-by-side. I don't know what came over me, but I decided it would be best to pass them in the break down lane. When I went by, the car closest to me was so surprised it moved all over the place. It was only then that I realized just how reckless and stupid I had been. But now I was so embarrassed, that I wanted nothing more than to get away from the two cars I just passed, so I kept going, slowing down only when I no longer saw the two cars in my mirrors.  Just then I saw a sign for a rest area, but was still going well over 130. When I sat up, the wind almost blew me off the bike. I pulled off at a scenic rest area, that offered views of Mt. Katahdin, Maine's highest mountain. When I got off the bike I was shaking like a leaf.

I sat in that rest area for what seemed forever, until I saw my wife in our car going by. I got back on the road, passed her by, and took the lead again. She asked me where I had gone when we got to the next gas stop. I told her that nature had called. It was only years later that I told her the real story. We happened to be stopped at the same rest area, and the time was perfect to "fess up". Even then she still thought I was nuts. And she was and is right. I have never again gone that fast, or passed anyone in the break down lane again.

[Kidd]

Riding high on LSD .
Riding high on mushrooms .
Forgetting  to put the kick stand down  a few times high on pot

[Big IV]

... riding naked (sounds better than it is) ...

Then it must really be awful

Particularly to any that saw.