meatbag
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8 Tickets Of Bitterness
I had a 1976 YZ 100 that I was fixing up long, long ago in a neighbourhood far away. January, bored, itching to go for a ride could only bring one logical answer-take out the bike! Things went well, going up and down the alleys(when we had alleys) and just generally putting around.
I was in an icy alley going up a long mild hill when I noticed an older truck with 3 guys sitting beside each other, an old bench seat model, following behind me. I tried to lose them just going around the block and coming into the alley again but just a bit faster this time. They were still behind me! As I came to the top of the alley and a paved road I stalled the bike. I was in a too high a gear on a bike that had absolutely NO low end power, plus I was nervous cause these guys were tailing me. DAMN!
As I tried to push start the bike, slipping in the snow one of the guys got out of the truck and ran after me, my bike was just sputtering to life as I ran with it and I felt his hand grab my right shoulder then slip off(he fell) as I speeded away at high RPM throwing roost, never looking back while he tumbled on the ice!
I thought I made it! I got into 5th down the road, going pretty fast, came to another paved road that required me to take a right turn. No problem. I accelerated down that road, winding it out in 4th then upshifting to 5th and thats when It happened. I stripped my shifter, damn thing, it was loose and I was stuck in 5th! As I came to a turn I NEEDED to make to get to safety it stalled again. Before I could fix it those guys came flying down the road in their truck and all 3 jumped out and ran over to me. Off duty cops. They scared the crap out of me. They made me push the bike home up the big snowy hills and said they'd be back to see me in the morning.
Well, a cop car pulled in at 8 am and the guy wrote me 8 tickets while he put me down verbally. Tickets that I have to this day. I keep them on the fridge. Part of my festering bitterness I suppose. I had to work off those expensive tickets at Pound Makers Lodge over a long period of time.
I make sure my bikes 100% now.
I had a 1976 YZ 100 that I was fixing up long, long ago in a neighbourhood far away. January, bored, itching to go for a ride could only bring one logical answer-take out the bike! Things went well, going up and down the alleys(when we had alleys) and just generally putting around.
I was in an icy alley going up a long mild hill when I noticed an older truck with 3 guys sitting beside each other, an old bench seat model, following behind me. I tried to lose them just going around the block and coming into the alley again but just a bit faster this time. They were still behind me! As I came to the top of the alley and a paved road I stalled the bike. I was in a too high a gear on a bike that had absolutely NO low end power, plus I was nervous cause these guys were tailing me. DAMN!
As I tried to push start the bike, slipping in the snow one of the guys got out of the truck and ran after me, my bike was just sputtering to life as I ran with it and I felt his hand grab my right shoulder then slip off(he fell) as I speeded away at high RPM throwing roost, never looking back while he tumbled on the ice!
I thought I made it! I got into 5th down the road, going pretty fast, came to another paved road that required me to take a right turn. No problem. I accelerated down that road, winding it out in 4th then upshifting to 5th and thats when It happened. I stripped my shifter, damn thing, it was loose and I was stuck in 5th! As I came to a turn I NEEDED to make to get to safety it stalled again. Before I could fix it those guys came flying down the road in their truck and all 3 jumped out and ran over to me. Off duty cops. They scared the crap out of me. They made me push the bike home up the big snowy hills and said they'd be back to see me in the morning.
Well, a cop car pulled in at 8 am and the guy wrote me 8 tickets while he put me down verbally. Tickets that I have to this day. I keep them on the fridge. Part of my festering bitterness I suppose. I had to work off those expensive tickets at Pound Makers Lodge over a long period of time.
I make sure my bikes 100% now.
