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I'm on a regular CBR929rr chat forum. As a contest, one of the user said they'd give a real $100 bill to anyone posting the best story about his/her bike. The following is my entry.....

So here I am with my 2k 929, yellow/blue, Euro spec, happy as can be. For a company event, we went to the local D&B for some vids and food. While I was there, I decided that the neighbourhood was a little shady, so wanting to be safe than stupid, I decided to put my disc lock on. Show the would-be thieves, that "Yes, I love my bike and am willing to deter your efforts."

After a few beers and pizza, and a load full of games, (including me riding a motorcycle game with my helmet and leather jacket on,) I headed back out to the parking lot.

There, 2 absolute hotties were staring and checking out my bike. One of them sees me and asks, "Yours?"

As most men can attest, when a real hottie talks to you out of the blue, it's the little head that does the thinking. So you can guess my IQ when both of these hotties were oogling and actually wanting to talk to me about the bike. I answer a big "Yes." and gave them my best 100 watt smile.

After another 5 minutes of just idle chat-em-ups, I got the courage to ask for numbers, on the pretense of taking them out for a ride. There was this particular Asian girl that I was totally like "pitching tent" at. She was sweeter than honey, and smoother than honeybrown ale. Oh yeah.

Anyway, just my luck, they were really friendly and none too shy. After we exchanged numbers, I told them I had to skit-daddle, since I needed to be back at work to finish some stuff. Brief hugs later, I decided I should impress them with my best imitation of a 1st gear take off wheelie. Mind you, I'm no Starboyz or LVX, but at least I go one wheel on power alone in first gear. (Thank you 929!)

So start the bike, rev the Hindle exhaust, smile in my lid. Shoulder checks, and a small wave.... Give it one last squirt of gas, pop hte clutch, and.... !!

The f-ing disc lock was still on! Wham!! The engine dies, the bike falls over, and I go "Oh FUG!".

The bike lands on my knee, almost dropping it in the process. Did I tell you that I had just worked out the night before, and was still sore? Yeah, like that helps....

By some miraculous method, I summon my last bit of inner strength and I wrench the bike back up with agonizing effort. I swear, I had a hernia afterwards, or at least it felt like it. But anyway, I brought the 929 up w/o it falling on its pretty fairings.

Looking around the girls were cracking up like you wouldn't believe. I shrugged, remove my lid, and grin like the chesire cat. They were laughing at me, not with me or even towards me.

Safe to say that when I did call them up, neither wanted the ride from a clutz.

I vow to never use the disc lock on public parking lots again. posted by losir at 5:19 PM