Just posted this over on the blog.

One of my personal favorites? Wiring past a fuse after it blew while I was 20 miles from home. For the record, I’d like to state the little hack almost worked, but ten blocks from my apartment I looked down and saw the side of the bike was on fire. Fortunately, it was all downhill so I patted it out and was able to coast into my spot. I've also heard about guys filling their bikes up with diesel, which strikes me as the pinnacle of brilliance.

 

Took money out of our savings to help get it.

 

Not Mine ...

 

Tried to go around a gate on my WG once when it wouldn't open. The ground was soft and there was a drop off into a ditch. It was late at night and when I realized there wasn't enough ground- my front wheel started sinking and sliding to the right. Crap-I pictured a tow truck the next day. I took a deep breath and then rocked it back and grabbed the front brake each time, finally made it back to pavement. That was pretty stupid. My Dyna is not a dirt bike, dummy.

 

Well, I had no way of knowing at the time, but I switched to these grips and these gloves around the same time this summer.

Gloves were nice and thin and cool. Grips were good for my larger hands.

BUT, the chrome border on the grips turned out to be hitting a key tendon in my right hand every time I came to a stop. And the thinner gloves provided no cushion.

I ended up with trigger thumb, which I'm being treated for now.

I should have ran with my trusty old gloves and grips.

 

Armor-All on the seat and grips.

 

One day, was in a pissed off mood, left the office to go somewhere (probably just ride it off)...they were paving the main road outside my office. Was in the lane of traffic...stop 'n go, road crew out paving other side of road, orange cones everywhere, but my mind was elsewhere. I went 'n made a left turn to the side road I wanted (actually onramp to it)...and had to cross the opposite side of the road to get to it. That opposite side is what they just paved! I felt my tires sink 'n go mushy...said to myself "Whoops". Guys in the paver yellin, and the cop..which was standing up by the trees in the shade...starts yelling at me. I was moving forward slowly but steadily trying not to dump it in this mushy stuff...kept going, looked at cop..shrugged my shoulders and yelled back "Sorry man...no orange cones back there..didn't know"...something to that nature.

That's all I can think of now...sure I can come up with more.

 

Parked front first downhill on gravel at a little cafe in Oklahoma.

 

Yes that too. But having had ocasional red-neck tendancies on and off throughout my life and trying to avoid that typical last thing you hear a red-neck say before he dies (Hey ya'll, watch this....), I've actually played it pretty smart - so far.
Now my dirt bike days were a little more sketchy but I was much younger and often let the spirit "one-upsmanship" get the better of me leading to broken bike parts and trips to the ER. Too many incidents to mention here & now.

 

Sold my 84 FXST.