tell us your bonehead klr bike drop worthy of a t-shirt

[revmaaatin]

Well, Here in the Chromed Holy City of August it is snowing, and since we have had a short discussion of KLR's taking a 'nap', I thought I might continue the merriment while the snow flies. Tell us your napping KLR stories. It must be worthy of winning a T-Shirt. I'll start. I usually wouldn't tell this one but only this once because it does involve a T-shirt. It is mid-Sept, 2008. I had just finished the GDR while riding my 98 KLR and companion, the KLRBugeater (still friends, smile). He departed to the West on I-10 towards San Diego, and I went East for a few miles, stopping at a rest stop, dog tired. As I made my way into a parking spot, Almost simultaneously, up pulled a little car with family, the passenger side on my left like it was my wingman. I made the mistake of glancing to my right while searching for the sidestand with my foot. Out of the car stepped a drop-dead gorgeous Latino woman who looked like she had been poured into her sheer, white T-Shirt... The kind of beauty that takes your breath away with just a glance. I am a rev but I ain't dead! But really, it was just a glance. It just so happened, that glance happened as I was trying to put down the kick stand... however, as I remember it, I nearly fainted in the presence of this awesome beauty. I estimataed the whole incident took about... Well, It must have been all of 4/10 sec. BANG. The overloaded pig literally jumped sideways towards the beautiful woman. That's what happens when you forget to put the kick stand down...did you ever do that? Yes, my brother, I see that hand.... I spilled onto the pavement like a dead cat ejected from a bull dog's mouth after shaking down an alley cat. What did I do? I did what ever gentleman would do, I thanked her husband who had ran around the car to see if the 'old man' was OK as he picked up my bike. Why did he run around the car? He was a good man. How do I know he was a good man? He did what his wife told him. revmaaatin. who didn't win a T-shirt but he does have a memory.

[Kevin Powers]

Does it have to be a motorbike story? Back in my dating days I was out for a bicycle ride with a pretty little gal. Probably our second or third date. We were riding a bike trail out in the country when we stopped at a cross road to let traffic go by. Maybe it was the blue skies and sunshine, or the figure I cut in my spandex cycling outfit, but the gal was moved to hit me with a smile, say, "Give me some sugar" and pull me toward her for a kiss. I yelled, "Nooooo!" I was still clipped into the pedal on that side. As she tugged me toward her lovely lips, there was no stopping me. Two hundred pounds of sweaty biker, greasy chain and sharp cogs tumbled down upon her. All for good in the end, as any girl who couldn't see the humor of that situation wasn't the girl for me. -- Kevin Powers Woodbury, MN [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]