ashman
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Well this might draw a few funny stories, what has happened to you or even your mates while riding your bikes, this has started from my thread on not much happening in the pub, Frank and Slick and myself have started, so any funny stories as we all need a a good laught about ourselfs and of course our unwilling mates, I will start with this one that was so funny for us but not the mate that it happened to.
In my early days of riding dirt bikes back in the mid 70s there was a old rife range that was used in the war, was a old RAAF air force base that became a old poeples home after the war but the old rife range was still there and unused, was a great place to ride the bikes, had hill climbs, trenches to ride through, we played there when we were kids, then later on when we all got into dirt bike, after a few years of riding there the GOVT, decided to cut a highway throught the old rife range, they made a cutting through the side of a hill, after they finished the cutting we all through it make a good hill climb very steep with its 3 cut levels and covered in nice fresh top soil, a mate of mine at the time had a 70s Indain motocross bike (75cc) it had a expansion chamber and was a very fast little bike, another mate who was learning to ride at the time took it for a ride around the rifey as we use to call the rife range, most of us where running up and down the hill climb from the highway cutting, so when the mate came back with the little Indian we told him to give the hill climb ago so off he went full throttle up the hill it was going so fast, maybe a bit to fast it flew up so high when he got to the top he was air born, it threw him off the foot pegs and before we knew it he was laying straight out the back but he was still hanging on the handle bars with the throttle still full bore by this stage, his legs where hanging right off the end of the bike in a straight line from the end of his arms to the end of his feet, his dangling bits (his nuts) were hanging between the rear gaurd and the knobby back wheel ( I bet you all know whats going to happen now) the bike came down with so much force with the rear knobby tier going full bore, dangly bits and rear gaurd and as soon as it landed it took off like a rocket till he fell off.
To all of use that was watching this happening was so funny, we were all pissing ourselfs, by the time we all got to him he was in teasers and grabbing his soar balls in so much pain, we asked him why he didn't let go of the handle bars when he was air born and he said he throught it be safer to keep with the bike, he suffered for over a week or 2 with brused and soar balls, couldn't sit down with out pain, had to vist the doctors and went through a lot of ice that week, a year later he finished school and joined the police force and ever time I run into him I always ask him "how your balls", well I still laught about it, that was over 42 years ago now, him and his wife never did have kids, I wonder, as for the old rife range it got leved, roads and house are now there and a main arterial road, but you can still see a bit of the old rifey on the other side of the highway where it meets the wet lands and mangroves, the old poeples home is still there and right on the edge of Moreten bay at Brighton.
Ashley
Ashley
In my early days of riding dirt bikes back in the mid 70s there was a old rife range that was used in the war, was a old RAAF air force base that became a old poeples home after the war but the old rife range was still there and unused, was a great place to ride the bikes, had hill climbs, trenches to ride through, we played there when we were kids, then later on when we all got into dirt bike, after a few years of riding there the GOVT, decided to cut a highway throught the old rife range, they made a cutting through the side of a hill, after they finished the cutting we all through it make a good hill climb very steep with its 3 cut levels and covered in nice fresh top soil, a mate of mine at the time had a 70s Indain motocross bike (75cc) it had a expansion chamber and was a very fast little bike, another mate who was learning to ride at the time took it for a ride around the rifey as we use to call the rife range, most of us where running up and down the hill climb from the highway cutting, so when the mate came back with the little Indian we told him to give the hill climb ago so off he went full throttle up the hill it was going so fast, maybe a bit to fast it flew up so high when he got to the top he was air born, it threw him off the foot pegs and before we knew it he was laying straight out the back but he was still hanging on the handle bars with the throttle still full bore by this stage, his legs where hanging right off the end of the bike in a straight line from the end of his arms to the end of his feet, his dangling bits (his nuts) were hanging between the rear gaurd and the knobby back wheel ( I bet you all know whats going to happen now) the bike came down with so much force with the rear knobby tier going full bore, dangly bits and rear gaurd and as soon as it landed it took off like a rocket till he fell off.
To all of use that was watching this happening was so funny, we were all pissing ourselfs, by the time we all got to him he was in teasers and grabbing his soar balls in so much pain, we asked him why he didn't let go of the handle bars when he was air born and he said he throught it be safer to keep with the bike, he suffered for over a week or 2 with brused and soar balls, couldn't sit down with out pain, had to vist the doctors and went through a lot of ice that week, a year later he finished school and joined the police force and ever time I run into him I always ask him "how your balls", well I still laught about it, that was over 42 years ago now, him and his wife never did have kids, I wonder, as for the old rife range it got leved, roads and house are now there and a main arterial road, but you can still see a bit of the old rifey on the other side of the highway where it meets the wet lands and mangroves, the old poeples home is still there and right on the edge of Moreten bay at Brighton.
Ashley
Ashley