What was I thinking?

Some people say that I'm slow. Okay, but this is a little past slow. Yesterday I decided to get the first generation 83vf750f going. I go get some gas and pour it in. It doesn't start. It had a weak battery. I charge the battery through the night and put it in this morning. It's trying to start but won't fire up or even give me a little grunt. I decide to push start it. I have to be careful because I dumped by 93 VFR trying to push start it (I learned the hard way to run with it and pop the clutch and don't try to jump on it) So I'm pushing it and still nothing. I push it back to the garage. I try the electric starter again and the battery is starting to get weak again. I check the turn signals and the indicators show on but no blinking. I look for them and they are not there. I say "WHAT!) I bought this bike with no turn signals. This is what happened. About six months ago I saw this bike on craigslist real early in the morning for 750.00 it only had 4000 miles on it. I knew it would be gone in an hour so I didn't even try. The bank didn't open for a few hours. It turns out a guy I know that has like thirty bikes got there and got the bike. I had a deposit down on one of his bikes. I went over to pay him the rest and he showed me this one and I thought - that's the one on craigslist. He asked if I would like this one but mentioned he would have to bump the price up and it is non op and needs carbs cleaned, new tires and fork seals etc. I say sure I will take this one. I loved the bike when I first saw it - smitten - but what the heck? Do you have any what was I thinking stories?


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Yes, I do. And it started/ended with the words "I do".

 

LOL - were you saying what am I doing five minutes before. I guess my what was I thinking was cheap.

 

Good lookin bike ya scored there bub. If all she needs is a carb clean and t-sigs I say you made out good. Hmmmm, what was I thinking............threw a prybar at the ground so hard it bounced back up and clocked me in the eyebrow, coulda lost my eyeball. Only thing I could come up with off hand, I actually do a lot of stupid crap

 

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I think Metallican hit the nail on the head (or the prybar, in his case). I've done so much stupid shit that I think most of it has been filed away for "don't do that ever again" experiences, and when the situation presents itself again, there's some unknown instinct that just tells me not to do it.

 

Once I was changing bike tires myself, which I do a lot with the help of a friend, but he wasn't available. GF was visiting so she was kinda hanging around in the basement garage with me. First, I mounted the tire in the wrong direction (little arrow facing backward!), I like to say it is because she was distracting me. She then grew tired of watching me do it over again and went upstairs. While correcting the situation and pulling on the tire irons as hard as I possibly could, it slipped, flew right at my face with all my strength behind it, and the spoon end nailed me right in the middle of my forehead, drawing a decent amount of blood. I dabbed it with a dirty paper towel I had handy and finished the job, just as gf came down again to check on me.
I knew something was up when I saw her face go white upon the sight of the round hole gouged completely out of my forehead, so we thought it would be wise to go to the emergency room. While there, the EMT decided he couldn't save the flap of skin to cover the wound, and so against his better judgment let me leave with the open wound and a tube of Bacitracin (sp?)
Later I returned to the garage to realize that part of one of the little plastic rim guards that you pry against had busted off and was stuck INSIDE the freshly installed (re-installed??) tire, rattling around. So I had to remove it and mount it a THIRD TIME. In all, it was about a day's worth of my life I would like to get back.

The head wound, while initially gruesome, actually healed nicely and you can't even see it anymore. But my gf -> wife likes to remind me of it nearly everytime I head out to fiddle around in the garage. Dammit.
Granted, that didn't gross her out quite as much as when we were having neighbors over for wine and my front tooth (crown) fell off right in front of everyone, making me look like some toothless hick.

 

ound::lol::rofl: Damn, that's a bad day there!!!

 

Almost everytime I get on a dirtbike! Hmm, log crossing at approx 30 mph, felt electricity shoot thru my spine after my butt was hit by the seat. next

 

Also bought a chrysler product once, once.

 

Awwwww, chrysler ain't sooooo bad. What did you get/have??

 

I once had a Triumph (car), and one night the throttle cable broke- at wide open. To get home I turned the key off everytime the rpms approached redline, and then turned it back on. When I got home the exhaust was cherry red. I could have been burned alive.

 

One time I was talking to a friend at work. There was a new girl and she was hot. One day she was wearing a tube top and she came over and start talking to us. We were talking about cars and electronics and I tried to say " would you trust your life to a microchip" but instead said "would you chest your life to a microchip" My friend just looked at me calmly for about five seconds then a big grin cam over his face and he said "you want to try that again" The girl said excuse me and walked away.

 

In my final year of high school we all went out and were having a good time -dinner and a few beers. My buddy and I were in the bathroom and decided it would be a good idea to 'moon' a mate with a camera. Lets just say I 'parted the waves'.
A week later (pre -digital cameras) this photo was put up all over the school. Balls, arse crack and all.
It was pretty easy to tell who it was in the photo. I was on crutches at the time.
Stupid idiot
NEXT......

 

1986 daytona, I shot it after it died.

 

6 out of 7, no tarpits here in wisconsin, plenty of mudpits.

 

I don't think I blame you :gun3:

 

I once pulled my jeep home backwards because the bearings went out and backwards was the only way it would move, plus I had to pull the drive shafts out so it would roll.. the best part off it was the brakes went out and the jeep and truck became separated...I got hit in the head by the tow hook and the jeep came to rest in the parking lot. twentyfeet away from the shop we were taking it too..... 12 stitches later and a whole lot of blood the jeep was fixed...