One of mine may only be funny to those of you that ride motorcycles.....
We used to go out for rides as a group... 15-20 bikes doing the bar hopping thing for a day or two, covering several towns. I had a chopped Sportster, a nice hotrod of a bike. I had this lock that went into a loop behind the front fork. When locked, the bike wont turn.
You bikers are already smiling, right? You know whats coming............
We had this bad habit of getting drunker with each stop, but always managed to make it to the next stop without incident. The trick was to keep the group together. Well, this one stop, I finally get the bike running while the group is already pulling out... so I gas it and let the clutch fly. It was only after the clutch was out that I realized that the lock was STILL in the front fork lock. The bike did a half circle before I hit the brakes, which forced the bike to dive onto its left side with me on it.
So, ther I am... laying on the ground with my left leg under the bike.... the bike running.... the switch is on the left side of the engine, which I cant get to to shut it off. My guys all were gone, not knowing I fell over.
Needless to say, I managed to get out from under it altho my boot stayed there. Once out, the rest was an easy fix and I removed that damned lock and heaved it as far as I could. I never locked that bike again.
It took a while to track down the guys, and then it took a while for them to quit laffing.
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