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Anxious to get every minute of ride time before the weather breaks, I admit I didn't do any "pre-flight" checks, just jumped on Bike and left. Had my feet up on the crash bar pegs and imagine my surprise when I moved back to the foot boards, only to realize the one on the right wasn't there. Finally hit something with my foot that felt very strange, looked down and realized the footboard was hanging by a thread and my foot had caught the front edge which was pointed up at the time. Found a spot to pull off the road and discovered that the bolt going through the footboard and securing it to the adapter had backed almost all the way out. And of course I didn't have any tools with me. So I took it the rest of the way off, stowed it in the saddle bag, and headed back home. I was only seven miles out so it didn't take long to get back, find the allen wrenches and a tube of locktite and put it back in.
Lesson learned - always do the pre-flights and for crying out loud carry a few basic tools.
Also managed to stall out trying to pull out into traffic, caught me by surprise enough that I lost my balance and Bike and I almost caught a curb and tumbled out into the street in front of the oncoming car. Somehow I managed to save it with a big head bob and some crazy leg moves like a cartoon character running in place. Full face helmets are great, the people in the car can't see you blush. That was the third and the worst time I'd stalled Bike; all in the two days since he got back from the mechanic.
Lesson learned - be a little more patient and study on how differently Bike runs after all the carburetor work. Never stalled once all summer even though it had been 30 years since I rode, now it seems to be a problem. Have to relearn my throttle/clutch maneuver.
And that was all in one day....
How about you guys? Any good "lesson learned" stories?
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Thirty years ago I was dating a red head 9yes to all the thoughts), I got off work, showered, dressed and hopped on my then daily rider short wheel base 1972 BMW R74/5 "Toaster" and blasted off through the busy Friday after work traffic, threading the needle etc. all the way to her place .

I pulled up, stopped and put my right foot down, the right side handlebar snapped off in my hand at the riser .

Had it broken 10 minutes earlier I may well not have been here to write this .

Yes, I chcked the break and it had been cracked for a while judging by the rusty edges .
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Sounds like me when I bought my very first Harley ~ (1965 FL PanHead) I was nearly home crossing the boulevard when I heard a clattering sound, the license tag had fallen off in the middle of the intersection and before I could run back and reach it a '65 Chevy ran it over denting it :cautious: .
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The no brakes thing is worse with disc brakes, guess how I know this ? .
It's hard to explain, I guess you need to experience it before it's crystal clear .
It's much easier on older wide ratio transmissions .
Agreed but, it's easier on those old trannies I learned on .
Just mind you don't forget to VENT ~ we don't want you dying in there .
Very much so ! .

Every year I see in the news where someone, often an entire family, dies from carbon monoxide poisoning .

I always thought "it can't happen to me" yet my 1965 SEARS furnace' fire box rusted a small hole in it and filled my house with this insidious gas, I couldn't smell a thing but I kept thinking 'the air isn't right in here' and asked my son and visitors of they smelled anything, all said no so I nearly died ~ luckily for me the hole in the firebox blew out the pilot light when the furnace cycled late one night in January, after re lighting it three times I realized something serious was amiss and found it the next day after work .

SAFTEY KNOWS NO SEASON, we don't want to loose anyone here .
I don't like them .
In the mid 1970's I was living with a girl 'Jeanie' and had fixed up a cherry red 1956 VW 'Oval Window' Beetle for her, she loved it and drove it everywhere .

One afternoon my buddy Chuck and I was sitting shooting the breeze when Jeanie called, she and Cuck's wife were across town with a broken clutch cable, what did I want her to do / .

Sit tight, Chuck and I drove there in my 1968 Chrysler station wagon, let the girls drive off in it then I hopped in the Beetle, fired it up and drove it home sans clutch, we beat the girls to my house =:cool: .

Old Big Rigs had a Fuller 13 speed "Road Ranger" gearbox that the clutch was only used to start or stop, I never quite learned how to operate one .
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