Grand Prix 250
Main Motorcycle: 2007 Thrux & 2010 TBird
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: Oakville, ONT, CANADA
Brain Donor Move
Well, after 31 years of motorcycling (and only the usual episodes of minor come offs every now and then), Iíve experienced the unthinkable. Iíve had a bike go down on my while I WASNíT straddling itÖ.er, perhaps I should re-phrase that. Yes, I dumped it, off the stand. The trip started off so wellÖ.
A new Bird owner, I had an exhilarating trip down across New York, Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine. The first long trip, and the bike performed impeccably. Everything said and written about the Bird is bang on. Goes like stink and handles like itís on rails. Life was good.
I toyed with the idea of telling people I happened across a damsel in distress surrounded by a gaggle of Bedouin tribesman with gang rape on their mind. Of course I waded in, and after I received a sound thrashing, the sods pushed my bike over for good measure, but alas the truth is somewhat different. We had just stopped to enjoy the view of a particularly beautiful vista, and I rode off grinning. Most of the ride had me affecting this look, and Iím pretty sure I harvested a significant amount of the insect population who claim American citizenship with my teeth. Mere yards up the road I realized I had shot off with my gloves sitting on the rear fender. A quick U turn and I saw one lying in the middle of the road, and the second still in the parking lot we had just left. One was retrieved without incident, and I pulled the bike to the road side to collect the second, I popped out the stand, left her running and grabbed the glove. Hereís where it gets a little clouded. I think there is some sort of mathematical calculation that represents the exact relationship between where you are standing, and the moment of horror when you watch your bike start to creep forward and sideways off the stand. In any event, with jaw dropping swiftness I lunged forward, but the science of speed equals distance over time was off by a nano second and I couldnít save the fall. It appeared to be in slow motion of course, which only made it seem worse. Down she went; accompanied by an awful crashing noise. At that point I think I exhausted my entire Thesaurus of expletives as I picked her up and examined what I knew was going to be ugly.
With the passage of time, and the abating of embarrassment, I have come to realise that the damage was really not all that bad. I completely sheared off the left side foot board, and toasted the left side running light. Other than that, I seem to have skated. I still do not know how it happened; true the road had a bit of an adverse camber to it, but Iím pretty sure Iíve parked on worse.
Anyway, another one for the lesson bank. Fortunately when I bought the bike the previous owner had kept the original riderís foot pegs so they were quickly installed. Iíve removed the running lights, so no one admiring the bike is any the wiser.
So if anyone out there has encountered a herd of Bedouin tribesman bent on pushing their bike over onto the RIGHT hand side, and they need the right footboard and brake pedal, and one perfectly good running light (actually itís only the rim on the other thatís pooched Ė the lens is fine and the shell has a tiny dent), let me knowÖ.or anyone needs to dispose of the left side kit, Iíd consider making an offer.
Now, back to the prowl for a set of stock passenger foot pegsÖ.the passenger foot boards look a little out of place.