Wild Motorcycle Tales Here's a great story from ZOHAR. Got your own story? Send it to me. Formation or Bust Way back in 1985 I had just got stationed at Fort Rucker Alabama, at which time I promptly bought a 1982 Honda FT500 Ascot off a a fellow soldier who was leaving. The first weekend I had the bike, I decided to ride it back home to WV and show it off a bit. Well, mom being a mom promptly went out and bought me a full set of leathers and girlfriends being girlfriends kept me "home" longer than I had time for. So in order to get back I had to make up for lost time. I figured that when I hit Kentucky I'd hit the back roads where I could go faster because of the lack of Police. I'm thinking it was around 3:00 AM when I came upon these 3 sets of old coal mining tracks that were sticking up above the road. Well my first instinct was to hit the brakes, but then I realized there was no way to stop so I figured my best bet was to just jump them so I returned to full throttle. I damn near made it but my back tire hit the very last track which in turn slammed my front end down and then rocketed my assend skyward. Luckily when my back wheel hit the ground it was spinning so fast that it just slid around to pass the front wheel. At this time I was on my back sliding down this road at a 100+ mph just watching the lights on my bike spinning round and round. I still thank mom to this day for those leathers. As for my bike, the entire right side was gone. My handlebar was flush with the tank, my footpegs and rear brake was mangled beyond repair, and my exhaust system was straightened out and ripped off. And I still had hundreds of miles to make it back to base! I still don't know how but I rode it all the way to the base and almost made it in time for formation. But get this picture. Here I come rolling in on a bike that has no exhaust and no back brakes and I'm coming in hot and heavy. I get her slowed down just enough that I bail off right next to my company's formation. My bike doesn't stop until it hits the barracks. At first my Sgt. chewed out my ass while everybody else just stood there in amazement. But after I told him my "horrific" tale he said I was one crazy son of a bitch and promptly gave me a day pass. -- ZOHAR
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