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Originally Posted by BobTheBiker
Nope, dont think I've heard that one. do tell.
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I was 19-years-old full of piss and vinegar and a heavy case of dumbass, so my Army buddy and I decided to go pick up a Hurricane that he just bought with his pickup truck. So we went to a Honda shop in Nashville, got it loaded in the back of the pickup, strapped it down, all with the help of the shop mechanic and salesman. Got it back to Ft. Campbell in Clarksville and unloaded the bike in the motor pool (The motor pool had one of those concrete loading, unloading ramp) and came out to the parking lot. We read the manual plus the salesman "taught" us how to shift gear, and brake levers and all that jazz. Did I mention that we don't know squat about riding? Yep. But the guy wanted a full fairing sport bike and the Honda Hurricane looked cool as hell not to mention having a cool name. So he bought one blue.
Anyway, fast forward to the current situation where we pushed the Hurricane out to the parking lot and getting ready to ride. It was his bike so he got the first ride. Got on, turn on the bike, got it running, warmed up and everything, pulled in the clutch, grabbed a handful of throttle and the guy rocketed down the parking lot, careening out of control. He fell and the bike slide on its side (I think that it was the right side for him). The bike skidded down a hair and he rolled into the grass. Some minor skin scrapes and lots of embarassments, but no harms no fouls. Then it was my turn to get on, I did the same thing except that the bike how slid down the parking lot on the other side. The story ended with two dumbasses with skinned arms and legs and a brand new bike with trashed fairings on both sides.