I have that many, I could write a book

Fitted crash bars on the Zephyr, made it wider to fit between the bollards onto the pavement outside my regular watering hole - forgot I'd fitted them by the time I got there... der...

three days after buying my 900 sprint i was comming down my own highstreet,passed my mate on simmilar scoot,(top fencer)decided to do a u turn,mutch too tight,droped it,an two cub scouts came running down the road,crossed an asked me if i was all right.I just mannaged to pick it up b4 mate did uturn to see if i was all right.mind you the two kids did say nice bikes guys,b4 I drove off muttering into my helmet all the way to my lockup to check dammage.

Wrote a whole page of them last night but the creaky old laptop wouldn't let me upload. I think this is probably the worst one though. How about buying a T-160V Trident and thinking I could use it as everyday transport? So I bought one of those dinky little Honda 250 singles (CB250RS I think) to keep me on the road whilst the Trumpet was (usually) in bits. One fine Saturday morning on my way to Dundee to buy some bits for the Triumph: coming off the Friarton Bridge onto the Perth-Dundee road with a following wind got my self flat on the tank, hooked my toes over the rear indicators, grabbed the front forkleg with my left hand, using my right to pin the throttle open and saw 94mph on the clock, whipped through a short contraflow like it was a chicane - would it make 95?? then I passed the police Range Rover . . . Got away with a severe bollocking from the cops, £30 and an endorsement - if anybody remembers what one of them was. These games are all very fine and well for bike journalists to play at MIRA or Bruntingthorpe, but maybe they're not so cool on the road?

Apart from that one, I can honestly say that I've never been done for speeding deliberately, but I have been caught out when tired and not paying sufficient attention to both my speed and the presence of either cameras or blokes with hairdryers: that's embarrassing and dangerous, so maybe I deserved it.

Riding at high speed, pumped up with adrenaline and totally concentrated on the activity in hand, using maximum forward observation for the possible presence of the Law is safer than being bored out of your mind tootling along at the national speed limit? - discuss.

not so mutch imbarrasing there garry thats a bit o class,mind you fettling the old trumpets for transport,well it was always a labour o love.and yes i do remember endorsments,they were ok, think the modern equivilint is asbos,
ps when was that,
pps did you get 95,
cheers bt...

I'm yet to have one, but I suspect it will involve dropping it

Don't think I did get 95 - but the cops didn't catch me until Glendoick. I suppose their Range Rover wasn't that sharp . . .

I suppose you could say it was class, but I think it was crass.

It would have been 1980 or '81, and attitudes were a bit different.

ach garry it could be both or it could be my spelling again.
will try to get to next meet though,
cheers bt...

I really liked Rach's tale of the gear change/brake lever confusion: mate of mine got off a Laverda with a right hand gear change and on to a Ducati with a left hand lever: got confused in Glenfarg, locked up the back wheel and dropped it - now THAT's embarrassing - it wasn't his bike. You could've just told the hairy ones you'd recently been riding a Norton Dominator . . .

I've just remembered another moment of mine. Standing in the bog in a pub in South Street when I hear my bike's alarm go off (pre datatool, just a tilt switch hooked up to a set of air horns). Charge out to see a bemused old drunk stumbling off up the street looking confused and slightly deaf. I'm resetting the thing when a comely young policewoman appears. I'm reassuring her that all's well and trying to maintain some sort of conversation (must've had a thing about girls in uniform) when a cool breeze around the nether parts lets me know that the trousers are not fastened. The rest is history . . . It was MD'S flies that reminded me.

Really red faced after trying to kick start my Commando at the control tent of a rally I'd been marshalling at. I was only 18 and a bit shorter than I am now, so I used the side stand to support the bike. The bolt holding the sidestand snapped! I landed in a heap with the bike on top of me right in front of a new set of arrivals.

Veerrry red faced that day.

As teenies we used to hang out on the bing with our trail bikes, i was usually the only lassie there. A group of local in-crowd came over and the head girlie asked if i would give her a backie. Not liking this Bit.. er girl much, decided to pull a wheelie to scare her but backfired on me.... bike came up way too high, she STEPPED off the back and the bloody bike came down on top of me...aaaargh , she swanned off unscathed.

Pulling into the square in aberfeldy (20 years ago)girlfriend on back,thought i,d park between to cars,flicked down side stand,or thought i had,over we went jammed between the cars,had to get mates to lift bike off,you live and learn something new every day.