Fazer Owners Club - Unofficial
General => General => Topic started by: Carlsv8 on 12 March 2017, 07:30:13 am
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Mine was riding across the Millau Bridge (English architect ) on a tour of France. Any better ?
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Nope.....you win ;)
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Do crashes count? They may not be scenic but they're certainly memorable :lol
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Was going to post the same CELTICDOG :o ...thought better of it.....most memorable for me.......years ago on L plates , went from a honda xl 100 s to a brand new suzuki gt 250 x7 , spent the first 1000 miles carefully running it in probs not exceeding 3000 ish rpm until the day came when the trip turned 1000 and i opened it up for the first time :eek :eek :eek .....happy days :lol
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Probably an area well known to many in the South East: the bends at Mickleham on the A24 northbound used to be on my regular commute to work. For some reason most of the traffic used slow down and pull over to the left hand lane on the approach to that fantastic right-hander, leaving a lane clear for me to sweep past at twice their speed with my elbow getting brushed by the long grass on the verge. A clear run with a dry road would put a grin on my face that lasted all day.
That was in the mid 1980's, it's now policed by Gatsoes of course. :z
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Third gear two up wheelie on my LC, falling over on the Donnington campsite and laughing so hard my friend and I couldn't lift the bike off of us, being thrown off my mates GS750 when we decided to tow it behind his car (very funny moment) Following a Fazer1000 that was all locked up going into a roundabout when he stamped on the rear brake in panic at about 140, flying by a patch club on Harleys on the top Loch Ness road, going under them, round the outside etc in about four corners, having to fight my way to my Kat at Matlock after finishing rebuilding it................
If you think about it, there are just to many moments to list
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Getting into a mutha of a tank slapper on my Kwak 750 turbo. Hadn't even passed my test, snuck the bike out late at night. Scared the living bejaysus out of me, and taught me to respect the power of such bikes. Somehow, even with my lack of experience at the time, I instinctively knew not to touch the brakes, just gently ease off the throttle and pray it would sort itself out, which thankfully, it did. Only tank slapper I've ever experienced, which is just fine by me :eek
Joe, I think you're right though, there are quite a few when I stop to think about it. I too have one of a two-up wheelie on an LC - not mine though, my brother's. Throttle stuck as I gave it some beans from the lights. Dragged his arse along the ground for a few yards before toppling over. He couldn't sit down in the taxi we had to get home :lol The number plate got pride of place hanging from the bike club hut ceiling, as no one had ever scraped the letters off the face of one like that before :lol
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Should've named this 'Near death experiences ' I think :D
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Getting into a mutha of a tank slapper on my Kwak 750 turbo. Hadn't even passed my test, snuck the bike out late at night. Scared the living bejaysus out of me, and taught me to respect the power of such bikes. Somehow, even with my lack of experience at the time, I instinctively knew not to touch the brakes, just gently ease off the throttle and pray it would sort itself out, which thankfully, it did. Only tank slapper I've ever experienced, which is just fine by me :eek
Joe, I think you're right though, there are quite a few when I stop to think about it. I too have one of a two-up wheelie on an LC - not mine though, my brother's. Throttle stuck as I gave it some beans from the lights. Dragged his arse along the ground for a few yards before toppling over. He couldn't sit down in the taxi we had to get home :lol The number plate got pride of place hanging from the bike club hut ceiling, as no one had ever scraped the letters off the face of one like that before :lol
I've had numerous tank slappers over the years, three pant fillers were, VF500 with slow puncture in the rain mid s bend, on coming tragic and I'm heading straight for them out of control, same bike over three drain covers cranked over, first two were ok but needed to lean further for the last, tyre broke traction then gripped, was thrown straight up, knee caught my handlebar stopping me from being completely ejected, landed back on the seat, feet on the floor then the bars went lock to lock. Last was in a straight line, talking to a friend with one hand on my bars my front wheel dropped into a sharp dip in the road caused by subsidence, all my weight pushed on my right bar, think ultimate counter steer, bike dropped like a stone to the right but somehow I stabbed at the road with my foot and stood the bike back up. The tankslapper was so violent it broke the cap of the valve for the air forks. My mate couldn't believe I stayed on, the front wheel was off the road when it flipped sideways.
The joy's of motorcycles
Notice that both bikes had 16 " front wheels
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In my younger days had a yam US custom, missus was on back, when I took my eyes off the road to ogle a brand new cbx at roadside, turned round just in time to see the Lada estate in front had stopped. Hit the back of it, missus landed in front of it I hit the tailgate.
But when I stood up the bike was sitting perfectly upside down with the front wheel spinning, Forks were fubarred but it was unreal, no phones with cameras in those days.
What made it worse was that I walked towards the bike first, she has never forgiven me for it and rags me to this day.
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Riding side by side with my brother he on his bike each with our arms stretched out and with a hand each on (some ) of my Mums ashes as we road along a particular lane and sprinkled them out as we road.
She always loved it on the back and so we took a small amount of her ashes out for one last ride. Its nice sometimes to go out for a ride and I would find myself riding down that lane, much better than any grave yard.
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There's just too many, seriously too many - mostly 350YPVS based,
Like the time my wife was riding (I'm pillion) and she is paying absolutely no attention to the traffic in front. Its all come to a halt, except for us - we ended up side ways!
Then there was another time she took the wrong exit of a roundabout - once again I was pillion. All was well until she went for the sweeping turn around on a peaky 2 stroke on the loose gravel which lies on the lead into many junctions...
And then there's the moment - still pillion, following a caravan etc along the A40, I suggested that following the roundabout she needed to give it the beans to get past.....
Thats when she learnt what the PVS meant!!!
Or when I exited a roundabout on a GSX1100FL, going round the outside of a VFR750.
35 years, where do you start/finish? :lol :lol :lol
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A few that spring to mind.
2006 riding a £600 FJ1100 through the Atlas mountains one crisp, sunny, traffic free, April morning with no helmet, cool wind in the hair, beautiful scenery.
2000 Blasting past all the supercars riding into Monaco when the F1 was on.
1988 350YPVS N, riding 300 miles down to St Ives on my own to my mates, and getting into a race with a guy on a Harley over Bodmin Moor, after about 20 miles of madness we stopped for a dodgy roll up and a laugh.
1989 350YPVS N, arriving at St Ives and sitting outside the Ginsters shop next to The Sloop on the front with a pastie and a pint and watching my mate wheelie his 350LC down the front past a PC and WPC walking along holding hands, they never said a word.
2012. Parking up in Tossa De Mar and watching the Brit bikers walking past on holiday with their families pointing at our bikes and giving us the thumbs up.
2000. Being on the oldest bike by 11 years at a Donington track day and only getting past by two bikes.
2004. Teaching myself how to powerslide a CBR600 at a Ron Haslam race school. Well, it wasn't my bike was it!
1989 350YPVS N, beating my mate riding his 500YPVS on a lap of the Longton GP.
Cant remember the year, Bulldog Bash when the burger van went up and the propane cylinders went off.
1996(?) Performance bikes frenzy when thousands of people turned up at Cadwell and burnt down the beer tent when they ran out of beer, Whitham had to come on stage and appeal for calm, with some guy sitting on the superstructure about 12 feet above his head, mayhem!
Ill add more as they surface from the murk of my memory.
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1992 was the year the burger van caught alight at the Bulldog Bash.Scary old night that was.
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A few that spring to mind.
2006 riding a £600 FJ1100 through the Atlas mountains one crisp, sunny, traffic free, April morning with no helmet, cool wind in the hair, beautiful scenery.
2000 Blasting past all the supercars riding into Monaco when the F1 was on.
1988 350YPVS N, riding 300 miles down to St Ives on my own to my mates, and getting into a race with a guy on a Harley over Bodmin Moor, after about 20 miles of madness we stopped for a dodgy roll up and a laugh.
1989 350YPVS N, arriving at St Ives and sitting outside the Ginsters shop next to The Sloop on the front with a pastie and a pint and watching my mate wheelie his 350LC down the front past a PC and WPC walking along holding hands, they never said a word.
2012. Parking up in Tossa De Mar and watching the Brit bikers walking past on holiday with their families pointing at our bikes and giving us the thumbs up.
2000. Being on the oldest bike by 11 years at a Donington track day and only getting past by two bikes.
2004. Teaching myself how to powerslide a CBR600 at a Ron Haslam race school. Well, it wasn't my bike was it!
1989 350YPVS N, beating my mate riding his 500YPVS on a lap of the Longton GP.
Cant remember the year, Bulldog Bash when the burger van went up and the propane cylinders went off.
1996(?) Performance bikes frenzy when thousands of people turned up at Cadwell and burnt down the beer tent when they ran out of beer, Whitham had to come on stage and appeal for calm, with some guy sitting on the superstructure about 12 feet above his head, mayhem!
Ill add more as they surface from the murk of my memory.
I was at cadwell for the frenzy, brilliant weekend.
Nearly died of exhaustion in the mosh pit. Trying to get out, I'd just reach the edge when my mate would push me straight back into the centre lol
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Probably 2 laps of Monaco F1 circuit the day before practice when it was still open to traffic. (this was between breakfast in Nice and lunch in Pisa (followed by dinner in Florence). Happy days! The same week I did all of the south coast of France, then Italy including the lakes and alps, Switzerland, Austria and the German autobahn.
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1992 was the year the burger van caught alight at the Bulldog Bash.Scary old night that was.
I bet it smelt great though :lol
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Not for the bloke who was on fire and died.
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1992 was the year the burger van caught alight at the Bulldog Bash.Scary old night that was.
Jesus, i didnt think it was that long ago! Wasn't there fireworks setting peoples tents on fire too?
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Seeing 100 MPH on the speedo of my KH250 then looking up to see I had gone across 2 lanes and was heading in to the barrier :eek which I managed to miss :rollin
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Anyone else at Donnington Park for the Grand Prix when they were firing rockets at the police helicopter?
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This is gonna sound pretty lame next to you all but here goes...
Six months after doing my CBT i went back to the school and did an "Introduction To Big Bikes" session, where I rode round a private car park for three hours.
Six months on an XV125 hadn't prepared me for the explosive power of a Kawasaki ER5! :rollin
I was so used to gunning it on my XV when pulling away (they're slow even for a 125) that when I did the same on the ER I damn near slid off the back. I remember bollocking towards this brick wall thinking "SHITSHITSHITI'MNOTGONNASTOP!!", but then slammed the brake on and planted my stomach on the fuel tank. Then dropped the bike when it came to a halt.
It made me realise that, like the instructor said, bikes are Ferrari performance for Fiesta money. :lol
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1992 was the year the burger van caught alight at the Bulldog Bash.Scary old night that was.
Jesus, i didnt think it was that long ago! Wasn't there fireworks setting peoples tents on fire too?
The flames from the van, jumped the gap to the trade stall area. A lot of the stalls had linked their roofs together with plastic sheeting to form a "covered market". I remember the stallholders ripping down the plastic in an attempt to isolate themselves from the fire. There was a big boxvan parked alongside the chip van that was on fire and had loads of gas cylinders in it. The fortunate (hardly the right word really)thing about that night was the wind direction didn't fan the flames in the direction of the campsite, which you no doubt remember was crammed with tents and bikes. Doesn't bear thinking about.
Did you ever go to the other popular HA run weekend called Kent Custom at Dymchurch.
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Anyone else at Donnington Park for the Grand Prix when they were firing rockets at the police helicopter?
I'm sure I was there for that, wasn't it back in the days when you didn't have to have tickets to the GP to use the campsite? We used to go every year, party all night then go home in the morning to watch the racing on the telly. Until one year we turned up, No Tickets, No Camping, 3 out of 4 cars were being turned away.
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Jesus, i didnt think it was that long ago! Wasn't there fireworks setting peoples tents on fire too?
[/quote]The flames from the van, jumped the gap to the trade stall area. A lot of the stalls had linked their roofs together with plastic sheeting to form a "covered market". I remember the stallholders ripping down the plastic in an attempt to isolate themselves from the fire. There was a big boxvan parked alongside the chip van that was on fire and had loads of gas cylinders in it. The fortunate (hardly the right word really)thing about that night was the wind direction didn't fan the flames in the direction of the campsite, which you no doubt remember was crammed with tents and bikes. Doesn't bear thinking about.
Did you ever go to the other popular HA run weekend called Kent Custom at Dymchurch.
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One year there was definitely fireworks on the campsite setting tents on fire.
I never went to the Kent Custom show, I did do the South West Custom Show in about 92 or 93 two up with camping gear on a GSXR750J.
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This is gonna sound pretty lame next to you all but here goes...
Six months after doing my CBT i went back to the school and did an "Introduction To Big Bikes" session, where I rode round a private car park for three hours.
Six months on an XV125 hadn't prepared me for the explosive power of a Kawasaki ER5! :rollin
I was so used to gunning it on my XV when pulling away (they're slow even for a 125) that when I did the same on the ER I damn near slid off the back. I remember bollocking towards this brick wall thinking "SHITSHITSHITI'MNOTGONNASTOP!!", but then slammed the brake on and planted my stomach on the fuel tank. Then dropped the bike when it came to a halt.
It made me realise that, like the instructor said, bikes are Ferrari performance for Fiesta money. :lol
I had a similar moment with my first “big” bike (only a GPZ305, but with a light rider they’re quite quick off the line). I’d bought it brand new and the dealership was on a busy roundabout in Horsham. I should have taken the easy option and ridden south to get used to the feel of the bike, but decided to head for home which meant I needed to get across to the inside lane of the roundabout. A small gap in the traffic appeared and I went for it… shot across two lanes in about a quarter of the time I’d anticipated and only narrowly avoided smashing into the brick wall on the inside. Writing the bike off after 40 metres use would have been an embarrassingly short life… but in the end it lasted 78,000 miles.
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pushing a Suzuki 350 rebel 3 miles home in sweltering heat thought I'd run out of petrol..
only to be told when I got home by one of my mates did you turn the fuel tap onto reserve :'(
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A few pop to mind...
One when I was 16, me and my mate thought we were mechanics and tried to 'tune' his 125cc moped.
After pissing about with the carbs and throttle I decided to take it for a quick test ride. I managed to get about 5 metres out of his garage when the throttle stuck on which propelled me into a knee high wall in front of a bush. Luckily it wasn't going fast enough to crash but still enough to throw me forward.
So my mate comes running out to see what's happened and is greeted by me with my head and shoulders stuck in a bush with my arse sticking out, legs still on the moped, the throttle still fully open making a horrendous racket
We still chuckle about it to this day
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I took 3 months out to ride my 25 year old Pan European around Europe a few years ago.
every day, just riding to different places, finding great roads, chilling out.. it was amazing.
The old bus took me from sea level, through to mountain peaks and everything in between... sunny days and snowing...
It was an awesome trip....
I'm lucky enough to do the same with the USA in 2 weeks... going to be pretty cool too....
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Every single second spent riding this:
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As every one I thought would be my last :eek :lol
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Watching my mate crash behind me when he thought we couldn't make this corner, he grabbed a handful of front brake thinking I was going down and I saw him disappear off the road in my mirrors
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Breaking my ankle on my Triumph Bonnie 40 years ago last week. Only time I have ever broken any bones on a motorbike.
I was shagging my bird who was up front with her back to the petrol tank. Just as I was getting to the vinegar strokes the fecking bike fell off the centre stand and over we went. You try picking up a Bonnie with a, as it turned out broken ankle. Better still try kick starting it as well and riding it home.My Dad had to cut my boot off my ankle was so swollen.
Next day my girl friends Dad is round kicking off about her arms and knees being skinned and how I was never to take her on the bike again. If he only had known the truth about how his daughter was being taken lol.
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Breaking my ankle on my Triumph Bonnie 40 years ago last week. Only time I have ever broken any bones on a motorbike.
I was shagging my bird who was up front with her back to the petrol tank. Just as I was getting to the vinegar strokes the fecking bike fell off the centre stand and over we went. You try picking up a Bonnie with a, as it turned out broken ankle. Better still try kick starting it as well and riding it home.My Dad had to cut my boot off my ankle was so swollen.
Next day my girl friends Dad is round kicking off about her arms and knees being skinned and how I was never to take her on the bike again. If he only had known the truth about how his daughter was being taken lol.
Class :rollin :rollin :rollin