timminator wrote:
I second the motion! Can't be more embarrassing than the video I put up.
richardbd wrote:We've all got moments like that in our history. I'm currently sitting at home with my leg all strapped u and crutches beside me, having torn a calf muscle last Sunday, putting my GS on its centre-stand in the garage!!
By popular demand ...............
Remember the Yosemite Sam cartoon where he gets out of sequence shooting his gun and then blowing down the barrel? He shoots, then puts the gun to his lips and blows the smoke out of the barrel. He shoots again and blows again, He does it again. Then he points the gun and blows and puts it to his lip and BANG!
I picked the bike up and since my daughter had driven me out to the dealership, I offered to buy her lunch at a nearby restaurant. She followed me into the parking lot and them parked. I pulled in next to her and put the kickstand down. THE MOTOR STOPPED! Having come from bikes decades ago, before all this electronic interfacing was around, I wondered if there was a switch on the kickstand that turned the motor off!? "Engineering genius" I said to myself, remembering the time I got distracted and rode off with my stand down. Fortunately I caught it before I literally, hit the street.
But I wasn't sure that in my clumsy noob style (I hadn't ridden in decades, except for a brief test ride) I hadn't hit the kill switch. So I put the kick stand up, started the bike, and then put the kickstand down. The engine quit, but I had wiggled around just before putting the stand down and I might have hit the kill switch again. I put the stand up, started the bike, took my right hand off the throttle, and put the stand down, the engine quit. "Engineering Genius" confirmed! Just then my daughter stepped out of her car and turned so that she was facing away from me. Gleeful at the warm feeling at my incredible intelligence – having purchased such a well designed bike, I put the kick stand up and stepped off and away from the bike. In slow motion, it seemed, the bike rolled onto its left side. I did have the presence of mind to step back, to avoid being caught underneath it, but it was my only moment of clarity in the last several. There was a long and very loud string of expletives that followed, attracting the attention of several people in the area and scaring my daughter, who heard the crunch and my shouts, and thought that I was trapped under the bike. The Yosemite Sam cartoon flashed before my eyes, I too, had gotten out of sequence.