ok, after reminiscing on the car - turbo - reverse incident, this got me thinking we all do daft stuff as kinds, so lets have a laugh.
me and my brothers plus mates would go camping quite regularly on our bikes, camping kit would be bungied to out fuel tanks.
i would wrap mine in a black bin bag just in case it would rain.
one time all set to go, everyone outside revving to go (my poor mother eh), i think hang on a mo i need a pee before setting of.
pee done right lets go, so we set off for the weekend.
about 20 miles in im wondering what the sharpish object is sticking into me, not very comfy.
after about an hour we pull over for a fag break, i look around the group (a right motley crew).
what.......what......what, why you all looking at me and smirking, no answer
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so back to the ride, hey whats that poking out of my camping gear, looks like a piece of wood, so i investigate further to find the wooded object is actually an old blown speaker, the bag on my tank was a bag of refuse which had been swapped while i was having a pee Ba8888rds.
almost as bad as the time my Afghan set on fire whilst riding (sparks from my makeshift silencer holder on my allspeed exhaust), no one told me, they just rode behind watching me burn thinking he will notice in a moment,
by which time i was properly on fire.

so whats your story
me and my brothers plus mates would go camping quite regularly on our bikes, camping kit would be bungied to out fuel tanks.
i would wrap mine in a black bin bag just in case it would rain.
one time all set to go, everyone outside revving to go (my poor mother eh), i think hang on a mo i need a pee before setting of.
pee done right lets go, so we set off for the weekend.
about 20 miles in im wondering what the sharpish object is sticking into me, not very comfy.
after about an hour we pull over for a fag break, i look around the group (a right motley crew).
what.......what......what, why you all looking at me and smirking, no answer
so back to the ride, hey whats that poking out of my camping gear, looks like a piece of wood, so i investigate further to find the wooded object is actually an old blown speaker, the bag on my tank was a bag of refuse which had been swapped while i was having a pee Ba8888rds.
almost as bad as the time my Afghan set on fire whilst riding (sparks from my makeshift silencer holder on my allspeed exhaust), no one told me, they just rode behind watching me burn thinking he will notice in a moment,
by which time i was properly on fire.

so whats your story
