Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Springfield, OH
This isn't a "trying to show off" story, but it was the first time I ever dropped a bike. It was my '92 CBR600 F2 (affectionately known as "The Beast"). I was headed home from who-knows-where and a girl that I was kinda seeing at the time was following me, and her sister was in the car too. I poorly chose the route back to my house and as a result, ended up at a T-intersection that has a nasty incline (incidentally, this particular intersection was the source of some embarrassment when I first learned to drive a manual tranny in a car). Anyways, I pull up to the stop sign, and since I was not used to working the front brake and throttle simultaneously at that point, I decided to just keep my foot on the rear brake. But the bike started to shift to the right. And not wanting to let it roll back into her car, I basically just went along for the ride as it toppled over. It was pretty embarrassing, only because there were chicks present.
But a month or 2 later, that chick tipped over the same bike in front of her house cause she wanted to sit on it and forgot which side the kickstand was on.
Lucky for her it wasn't my Gixxer.
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