Ok,. One evening a few months later this big name heavy metal was playing that night (Saxon and Accept I think) so I was riding back and forth on the GPz looking for my buddy in the long line of people waiting for tickets when this chunky kid asked for a ride. You would think I had learned already. He got on then yelled "POP A WHEELIE" loud enough for others to hear. Of course now I HAD to. I went to one end of the parking lot, got rolling, clutch and gunned it, and the next thing I knew the front wheel went vertical with this kid holding onto my t-shirt. We went the entire length of the crowd like that until it got too slow to stay moving and crashed sideways to cheers. The kid got up, pumped a bleeding arm yelling ROCK AND ROLL!Don't tease Carny, go for it
A light pole would have been even more rude!Wow! Talk about a rude awakening!
Well at least you didn't see big huge fuzzy worms crawling across the road. I stopped at the very next wide spot in the road and got a couple hours sleep after that AND waking up before I went off the road a few times trying to miss those big huge fuzzy worms.In the late 90's I rode my CB750F from San Antonio to Austin to catch a NIN-David Bowie concert at the now defunct Southpark Meadows. I had to work the next morning. On my way home headed south on IH-35 after midnight I fell asleep on the tank and was awoken by the RUMP RUMP RUMP of rumble strips on the shoulder. WHEW