Mine was probably in 1988......... around France........ Half pissed on Cognac and ......... smarting from being dumped by ..."the Love of my life" (Tart)......... riding an FJ1200 to within an inch (25.4mm) of its life with "Gay abandon"......(Deck shoes, Paddock jacket, jeans and ....Bin bags for luggage...........).
What and when was your best Ride?
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I was expecting more from a
title like that
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit
Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad
!st July... 2012
When i went to Hartside with the fireblade lads for the first time... I was shitting myself....I did however conquer a few fears.. weather was shit but had a really fantastic day and made some great friends..
Lots of lovely Fire Blades..." />
"If i need the Moon, ill bring it down myself"...
unit I might post that one on
Pub talk 0ver 18's................ with pics
good on you....... good to see a bit of glamour amongst a see of Grey...........
well it most certainly wasn't
the one when my then girlfriend rode pillion on the day I passed my test, in the dark. All went well until the street lights finished and the extra weight () on the back nulled the usefullness of my headlight......................
................................................at least the ditch wasn't too deep
" at least the ditch wasn't too deep"
.......mine was .................. oh hang on soz I thought you said bitch.................." />
well i was going
to say "at least the dyke wasn't too deep"
the very last ride on my Harley. Nothing to lose as I was so unhappy it was going away that day.
Totally freaked everyone else out as I used to trundle along politely at the back. Only Mr B had ever seen what I could do with it. I was laughing like a loon all the way with everything scraping and the Vance and Hines singing away. It was all extremely dangerous and it was like watching from above. A really strange exoerience and I shall never forget it.
I can get round the same bends faster and in a lot more comfort on the Triumph but nothing will ever compare wiith that ride. It was manic and magic.
When I stopped on the dealers forecourt they came out and put the Harlet srtraight into the back of a van and took it away, to make sure I couldn't change my mind. I never saw it again but I live that ride over and over again. 60 of the most fun miles ever.
Try to be a sparkly unicorn, not a miserable cow.
the last run on my 916
even despite the alarm messing the bike around, still the best ride i had ever. 200 miles without giving a fuck for man nor beast. left my 1st wife the same day too
Weekend Just Passed
Probs the weekend just passed. Went to Tyndrum with Bonnyrigg MCC (23 bikes) on Saturday and all the way to Glencoe with 'Round 2' clothing shop on Sunday (circa 30 bikes). Amazing weather, great roads, beautiful scenery and braw company.
the first big ride after passing cbt. Yamaha SR125 custom, rode from Middlesbrough to Whitby and back via Saltburn. Special, becuase I could.
The ride home following passing my test (3rd time lucky); just coz it felt good.
Renting a Heritage Softail in Las Vegas and riding to a Federal park in Nevada with my (normally bike hating) Mrs on the back. Everything cool, everything smooth. (and warm)
After wobbling about on a WR250 a few times at Golding's barn, finally getting a go on the 450, then on a YZ250. Never knew I knew so little about riding after 15 years.
Too many to contemplate but...
One memorable ride was on the royal wedding day in 1981, Charlie and Di getting wed and at the time I had a Guzzi California. The Guzzi club decided to have what they called the Royal Consumation run and all members were invited to attend a drink/lunch on the ourskirts of Oxford, which for me was 180 miles each way consisting of M6 to Birmingham followed by A34. There was no M40 then. The roads were pretty quiet and the weather was warm and dry. Got to the pub and they had about 3 TVs on the bar with the wedding on, and we had gone there to get away from it. Had a great day out, including surviving buying fried chicken at a services to discover it was still frozen in the middle. Got home and worked out I had averaged 67mph for the journey! Well, I did say the roads were quiet!
Probably the 4th bloke I went out with after my divorce.
Either that, or South France on the zx-9 in 2001. I'd only had it a short time, and had covered about 100 miles before the trip.
The warmth hit, once we got past Lyon. After that, it was bliss all the way to Sanary-sur-mer. We also went to Monaco. I'll never forget riding through 'the tunnel' and around the harbour. "It's the F1 grid!!!!"
Brilliant ride up to the Paul Ricard circuit, with the afternoon spent in a beautiful walled village.
Even the ride back home was fun. Encountered a 600 ninja from London, and ended up making good friends with him. (In fact, we joined hm in Gruissan the next year.)
If it ain't fun, don't do it
Earlier today when I went to the offie to get some whisky.
To be honest I ride so much that I don't really have a "best ride". It would have had to be on the DRZ SM whatever it was... I really don't understand why they didn't make a 600cc version of that bike - it only needed a little more power to be perfect... in terms of handling and so on it was just brilliant... hitting a big patch of diesel on a roundabout at speed was sooo much fun as you could just open the throttle and slide the bike sideways out of the roundabout. Whilst laughing manically.
Actually the best ride was probably on that bike on Christmas Eve (or was it Day? it was at night anyway) when I was doing an emergency ride to someone who was unwell. A ride that was 35 minutes in the rain, about 28 minutes at full pelt in the summer I did in 30 minutes with ice everywhere and hardly any grit down. I went past a car embedded in a sign post on a roundabout on my way. Amazing bike and amazing tyres to cope with that and keep me upright. No police, no other bikes and only the odd car to over take... bliss.