We were going to the races once and were in a van, with all 3 bikes on the trailer. Buddy of mine says hey, Where is your bike? I saiiiiiiiiid, on the trailer. He said, nooooooo it's not! I looked way back and it was doing cartwheels down the road. wasn't funny at the time, but now it is! Another time we would get to this small town.The object of the game was to race the vans/trailers on different streets (early Sunday morn) and see who would make it first to the edge of town. We were second one day and were on the highway, so we put the pass on our friends. Buddy of mine, gets our friends in the other van to roll their window down while were passing. He takes a pack of firecrackers out and lights them and throws it in their van. All you can see is flashing lights in their van, the van swirving and smoke coming out of the van. When we got to the races. They were all deaf and I could not believe how much paper was all inside their van. Let's hear some good humor! Typpyt
went to an enduro last year in NY,three bikes on a trailer and one in my p/u bed,four guys and gas,gear. race went fine, think it was a five+ hour ride home,we were running late since some guys got trophies,ended up losing my fuel pump on the truck right at exit 3 on the mass pike at midnight sunday!!! guy in truck has brother in-law off the exit who happens to be getting home at that time,we called him and he was willing to come get the trailer if we could get the truck towed,state police shows up and we have already called AAA,they show up and want an extra 100.0 to tow the trailer six miles to bro in-laws house,we got the whole truck trailer to his house and he is willing to drive us halfway home,called my wife and she picked us up in worcester at the ramp to the pike at 2am,got everyone home and managed to make it to work,got out a half day and spent the entire day/night replacing the fuel pump,got home the second night,truck and trailer at midnight,was a long tiring week after those two days
finished riding, packed up, relaxed before the drive, left and after about 10 minutes down the dirt road I caught a glimpse of something hopping down the road in my review. Looked carefully it was my boot, one of the pair that I left on the trailer air out and sun dry!! Turned around drove the few hundred yards back to get it than continued to the next mile or so where I found the other one lying off to the side of the dirt road.....I was thankful not having to buy new boots for that goof and lucky that I just glanced in the mirror at the right moment. One of many of my goofball moves, this one ending well!
One fine weekend....... went riding with a guy from work Dave....and his son(name withheld)who was about 8 yrs of age...we stopped at the local gas station..had a big breakfast and the kid was eating pancakes like they were going out of style and afterwards we headed out of town to a local woods area....we started riding and I was very impressed with how the kid was workin the single track on his CRF80...after a few hours we stopped at the truck for a quick drink of water.....I noticed a strange smell.....and the kid wasnt saying much...hmmm I thought to myself....did someone step in a cow paddy..??? We rode for the rest of the day....and it started to get dark....so we loaded up the bikes and headed for home.....the kid was totally silent and again that same ominous sh-- odor in the truck all the way home.....I never said a word....honestly I though it was me as I may have stepped in a cow pie.... Monday morning at work.....Dave comes up to me and says..."well your not going to believe what happened .... the wife spent sunday evening with a putty knife and a wash basin in the garage scraping "dried poop" off the kid....it was caked everywhere man ...his pants....kneepads...even his riding boots....I guess he had a little accident early on on the day.....and was too afraid to say anything...so he rode in it...all day"
when I first started to race MX on my cruddy Kawasaki F6 trail bike back in high school, my folks decided that it was a cute little temporary experiment that I would outgrow. When I did not, they just stopped taking me to the races, so as soon as I graduated from high school and then turned 18, I got a job and then bought a DKW. I didn't even have a car or a truck! Just my race bike. I used to ride it on the pavement to the trail and then through the dirt to get to the town my racing friends lived in, so they could load my bike up and take it to the track for me. Afterwards, it would be getting dark and I'd either ride the lightless bike back home or beg somebody to haul it over there for some gas money. I got caught by the sheriff a couple of times on the street. He had mercy on me and I finally scraped enough money together for a used Ford Courier.
I go with a buddy to get a new '83 250r wheeler to goto Cantamar for the weekend. No prob get to the destination and ride/drink till we about puke. Night time everyone goes to sleep, the buddy sleeps under his new ride. Sometime during the night the thieves take his new ride. He wakes up full of piss&vinegar. Drives to the dealer since he purchased insurance. On the way he gets pulled over and had not renewed his vehicle registration. Off his truck goes to impound! Gets all that straightened out and the dealer says they won't honor bikes stolen in mex. Insurance won't cover it.... But since I was with him during the purchase and we said we were going to mex to have fun, buddys lawyer pulls thru and he gets a new wheeler!
i was waiting for two friends to pick me up to go to a race up north from me. when the van came screaming down the road, pulled over with the two guys jumping out straight away ...pulling the back doors open. as they did about 20 litres of petrol washed out on the ground as aparently a jerry can had opened up just out the road.. the rear of the van plus gear was soaked so we drove the rest of the way (about 2 hours) with all windows open, helmets resting on the wing mirrors and pants gear etc trailing off the side of the van trying to dry them out...like a mobile clothes line... i was almost posioned by the fumes and the two of them rode the event in the petrol soaked gear !! even a month later there was still a stink of fumes from the van just got a happy birthday message from cafe husky cool you guys care lol
i would enjoy one if my liver had recovered from st patricks day rode the first enduro of the season today my now older joints ache, i may need a medicinal guinness
