Daft things carried on bikes!
 

Had this conversation at work today.

Years ago i lived in smalltown hicksville and the nearest petshop was 12 miles away. My mate knew i was going into Sunderland on Saturday and asked me to buy a tortoise for his kid bro for his birthday.

I bought a tortoise but had gone on the bike. Hmmm! Hard work strapping a tortoise on the back seat of a Suzuki GS1000 but managed. It came back home at 130mph. Reckoned it was legal as it had it's own helmet.

Mates kid bro was most miffed as tortoise didn't emerge from its shell for 2 days. Obviously it had taste and didn't like Jap bikes.:bouncy:

LOL Superb BDG, great story... :lol:

/ian

I wanted to give a lady a surprise cream cake, the shop put it in a box, so as not to mess the cream up... One problem, no rucksack, couldn't really take it out of it's box, so got a carrier bag, tied bag to pillion handle bits on frame, and rode off 26 miles....

Upon arrival, cake still there thankfully... er... bit messy with cream and jam all over it, but she was pleased never the less and said it was yummy :)

I spotted a 996R carrying a BIG DAFT GEORDIE earlier this year :lol:

Revised version of Original posted by Melnie Mouse[/i]

I wanted to give a lady a surprise big daft geordie, the shop put it in a box, so as not to mess the cream up... One problem, no rucksack, couldn't really take it out of it's box, so got a carrier bag, tied bag to pillion seat , and rode off 26 miles....

Upon arrival, opened bag & big daft geordie still there thankfully... er... bit messy with cream and jam all over it, but she was pleased never the less and said he was yummy


With apologies to Melanie for plagarising your post
:roll:

A tip - never go and collect a Bolognaise pizza on your bike and stuff it down your jacket, there's a reason those pizza scooters put the boxes flat......

rear paddock stand strapped to rucksack for a few trips, when id bust me side stand

I've already posted about the guy that I saw in Bangalore with a pair of big calor gas bottles with a bit of string tying the tops together and slung over the pillion. The gas bottles were skimming the ground on both sides of the bike and showering sparks every time the slightest lean angle was used.

On a trip to Mysore, our bus pulled up at some traffic lights and next to us there was a guy virtually sitting on the petrol tank while his mate was on the pillion carrying a truck tyre widthways across the bike. Unfortunately, matey on the pillion had ignored the first rule of pillion riding and had put his feet down at the lights (probably because his mate on the petrol tank couldn't put his feet down). The lights went green and the bike set off with the usual "motocross start" in a charge to be first into the next bend. The bloke on the pillion tried to get his feet back onto the pegs, but his right foot missed, he tried flailing wildy to get back on the peg but his foot went back down on the floor. For the next 20 yards the guys right foot, then his left foot went down as he frantically tried a sort of run, bouncing from foot to foot, still straddling the bike to get back on the pegs but to no avail. With the bike wobbling violently from side to side the inevitable happened, both the guys feet hit the deck at the same time, flicked his legs in the air and he fell off the back into the path of following traffic - which didn't seem to slow down but just steer around him. In itself that was funny enough, but, as he fell of the back he let go of the tyre he'd been trying to carry, which fell forward and neatly "hoopla'd" his mate who was trying to ride the bike from the petrol tank. This poor hapless sod then found his attempts to control the weaving bike completely stymied by having his arms neatly pinned to his side. Of course there was only one outcome and the bike went down, bringing a couple of nearby scooters and bikes with it. meanwhile, the rider was still pinned in the tyre which was now rolling across the road, with matey spinning along inside it towards an oncoming truck.

Of course he didn't do too many revolutions before he stopped and, at the time me and my mate who witnessed this from the bus alongside had our hearts in our mouths thinking he was just about to get his head crushed. Fortunately, no-one was seriously harmed and although it all happened in about ten seconds once we realised that the guy was OK, the release of tension and the sheer slapstick of it all had us on the floor clutching our sides. I'd been sitting nearest the window and nudged my mate when I first spotted this loony trying to carry the tyre, but we were the only two on the bus to witness it - the rest of them just thought we'd cracked, cos we couldn't stop laughing for the next 10 minutes.

Come on, you'd need at least 2 996R's to carry one of those......

I once saw a cow strapped to the front of a scooter in Nigera, it had already been skinned and gutted :o