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« Last post by ArJunaZ on June 07, 2020, 04:26:36 PM »Loved the motorcycle stories. I have a crap load miles under my belt on motorcycles, both dirt and street.
Two stories I will partially tell.
Sorry, make that three.
I had a crazy accident on my just one week prior upgraded Kawasaki 550 LTD. Had it bored out to a 615cc, re-jetted, and a Kerker header installed. I was going to work a few blocks from the White House. I was heading east on G street NW about to cross 20th street. Traffic on 20th was one way going north and was backed up in two of the three lanes, but no one was blocking me from crossing. I made eye contact with the drivers who were stopped and ready to enter the intersection. In front of me the right lane of G street was blocked due to construction and a black man was standing there with a flag to wave drivers around. I started across the intersection. As I was about to cross the 3rd lane (which had no cars on it except a couple parked ones further up 20th) I heard the most horrific sound of a car braking in full panic mode. I did not even have to look, nor did I ever look. I immediately jumped into the air off my bike as hard as I could. I heard and felt the impact of the car hitting my bike. The impact caused the handlebars to spin at high speed, which caught my left shin and took a chunk out of it (seen to this day). I miraculously landed on my feet not a foot away and face-to-face with the guy waving the flag. He said, "Holy Shit!!!". I looked to see a large sedan and my bike smashed to shit on the north side of the intersection. The woman driving was driving like a moron. Some guy behind her pulled up immediately and began chewing her out. He was head of some government agency and gave me his card offering to be a witness to the woman's idiocy. The woman that hit me it turned out also worked at the World Bank, though in a different building than me. She later that day offered to buy me a nicer bike. I was fine except for the tiny piece missing on my leg. So I got a brand new Kawasaki 750 LTD from her.
About a month later I was coming home at midnight. I had been carefully following the break-in procedures for a month and my odometer just passed the 1000 mile mark indicating the break-in was complete. There was NO ONE but me on the road. I decided to open it up. Next thing I know I am going 130mph (no windscreen BTW). Moments later I look in my rear view mirrors and see a state trooper 3 feet or less behind me. REALLY CLOSE. He had no light or sirens on. I mean not even headlights. Totally dark. My exit is coming up and I was trying to figure out what to do. He was not trying to pull me over. I waited to the the very last second I could and I swerved over from center to right lane and slammed on my brakes to slow down for the cloverleaf exit and i took that turn scraping the foot pegs most of the way. I heard a loud crash behind me and I stopped at the top of the exit to look back. The silly officer thought he could follow me. Well he failed. He had taken out road signs and skidded all the way into the overpass wall of solid concrete. I immediately went to a phone booth and called 911 to report his accident. Anonymously. I should mention that my 30-day tags were at least half missing from a fair amount of riding in the rain.
The baddest street bike I ever rode was a Kawasaki KZ1000R. I could be going 90mph barely straining the engine in 3rd gear. Without using any clutch I could pull the throttle back at 90mph and the front wheel would come up as high off the ground as I dared. And I dared. That was some crazy power. 160+mph was not a problem.
OK, a 4th story, and I have many.
I used to race motocross for a while and I bought a 1994 Kawasaki KX250 from a guy who owned a race prep shop. This was his personal bike and was as totally souped up as you could get it. Holy shit! Coming from a stock Honda CR250 to that thing was a shock. As strong as I was if I hit the throttle too hard it would rip the bike out of my hands. One time at Budd's Creek during a race I was coming to the tallest drop on the course, which was just after a double which again rose up and then dropped steeply around 30 feet. I was out of sync after the double and the landing caused me to rip the throttle, which launched me straight up as the hill went straight down. I came off the bike and watched it tumble end over end down the hill jamming tons of dirt in my tailpipe. I then landed HARD on my ass about 2/3 way down the hill. I couldn't even sit for months. That was the day I discovered Aleve, which did a damn good job on the pain.
Alright, a 5th story.
I was in the Navy and had some leave. We were at the time in a shipyard in Alabama in dry dock. I was driving home going across the Florida panhandle at night in a heavy rain. I was going about 70mph and could barely see a thing but the white line on the road. I suddenly hit a 4"x4" laying across the highway. My teeth almost got knocked out from the jolt, but I managed to keep it under control and was surprised the bike (Kawasaki 550 LTD) suffered no damage.
Two stories I will partially tell.
Sorry, make that three.
I had a crazy accident on my just one week prior upgraded Kawasaki 550 LTD. Had it bored out to a 615cc, re-jetted, and a Kerker header installed. I was going to work a few blocks from the White House. I was heading east on G street NW about to cross 20th street. Traffic on 20th was one way going north and was backed up in two of the three lanes, but no one was blocking me from crossing. I made eye contact with the drivers who were stopped and ready to enter the intersection. In front of me the right lane of G street was blocked due to construction and a black man was standing there with a flag to wave drivers around. I started across the intersection. As I was about to cross the 3rd lane (which had no cars on it except a couple parked ones further up 20th) I heard the most horrific sound of a car braking in full panic mode. I did not even have to look, nor did I ever look. I immediately jumped into the air off my bike as hard as I could. I heard and felt the impact of the car hitting my bike. The impact caused the handlebars to spin at high speed, which caught my left shin and took a chunk out of it (seen to this day). I miraculously landed on my feet not a foot away and face-to-face with the guy waving the flag. He said, "Holy Shit!!!". I looked to see a large sedan and my bike smashed to shit on the north side of the intersection. The woman driving was driving like a moron. Some guy behind her pulled up immediately and began chewing her out. He was head of some government agency and gave me his card offering to be a witness to the woman's idiocy. The woman that hit me it turned out also worked at the World Bank, though in a different building than me. She later that day offered to buy me a nicer bike. I was fine except for the tiny piece missing on my leg. So I got a brand new Kawasaki 750 LTD from her.
About a month later I was coming home at midnight. I had been carefully following the break-in procedures for a month and my odometer just passed the 1000 mile mark indicating the break-in was complete. There was NO ONE but me on the road. I decided to open it up. Next thing I know I am going 130mph (no windscreen BTW). Moments later I look in my rear view mirrors and see a state trooper 3 feet or less behind me. REALLY CLOSE. He had no light or sirens on. I mean not even headlights. Totally dark. My exit is coming up and I was trying to figure out what to do. He was not trying to pull me over. I waited to the the very last second I could and I swerved over from center to right lane and slammed on my brakes to slow down for the cloverleaf exit and i took that turn scraping the foot pegs most of the way. I heard a loud crash behind me and I stopped at the top of the exit to look back. The silly officer thought he could follow me. Well he failed. He had taken out road signs and skidded all the way into the overpass wall of solid concrete. I immediately went to a phone booth and called 911 to report his accident. Anonymously. I should mention that my 30-day tags were at least half missing from a fair amount of riding in the rain.
The baddest street bike I ever rode was a Kawasaki KZ1000R. I could be going 90mph barely straining the engine in 3rd gear. Without using any clutch I could pull the throttle back at 90mph and the front wheel would come up as high off the ground as I dared. And I dared. That was some crazy power. 160+mph was not a problem.
OK, a 4th story, and I have many.
I used to race motocross for a while and I bought a 1994 Kawasaki KX250 from a guy who owned a race prep shop. This was his personal bike and was as totally souped up as you could get it. Holy shit! Coming from a stock Honda CR250 to that thing was a shock. As strong as I was if I hit the throttle too hard it would rip the bike out of my hands. One time at Budd's Creek during a race I was coming to the tallest drop on the course, which was just after a double which again rose up and then dropped steeply around 30 feet. I was out of sync after the double and the landing caused me to rip the throttle, which launched me straight up as the hill went straight down. I came off the bike and watched it tumble end over end down the hill jamming tons of dirt in my tailpipe. I then landed HARD on my ass about 2/3 way down the hill. I couldn't even sit for months. That was the day I discovered Aleve, which did a damn good job on the pain.
Alright, a 5th story.
I was in the Navy and had some leave. We were at the time in a shipyard in Alabama in dry dock. I was driving home going across the Florida panhandle at night in a heavy rain. I was going about 70mph and could barely see a thing but the white line on the road. I suddenly hit a 4"x4" laying across the highway. My teeth almost got knocked out from the jolt, but I managed to keep it under control and was surprised the bike (Kawasaki 550 LTD) suffered no damage.
And I take back what I said before.. You got a Special Ops "silent" buggy, Im in!! 