Mmmmmmmmm.............
I have a weird one to tell, but its late and I'm scared
Not really
Many years ago....or 1989 to be precise, I was coming back from Preston to Bolton over 'The Tops' through Abbey Village/Belmont. Had an FJ1100 at the time and a young lady who I had been seeing for a bout 6 moths on the back.
It was about midnightish ( I know, cliche but there you go) and its pretty dark and lonely up there, all moorlands and stuff. All was well until we got through Abbey Village, and then the bike started to handle weird, the front end went light through bends, like it suddenly had a lot of extra weight on the back. I wasnt particularly going fast, just crusing the torque in fifth.
Must just point out that Rachel was only small, about 5' 1" and 7 stones, and probably one of the best pillions I've ever had
Things stayed weird all the way to Belmont, and when we got there, I turned round and asked her if she had moved back on the seat, but she just shook her head so I carried on. Things were still not right after Belmont to Astley Bridge, but when we got back to streetlights again it went ok again.
When we got back to her house, she hopped off the back of the bike, ripped of her lid and she was as white as a sheet and seemed genuinely scared.
I asked what was the matter, and she said that all the way through the dark parts of the journey over the tops, she felt like someone was hanging on to the back of her jacket, but she was too scared to let go of the grabrail and let me know because she felt like she would have been dragged off the back of the bike........
I might have put it down to imagination, but the thing is, that would explain exactly what I was feeling through the bars.
Never happened again, just that once.
Odd..............