EastBayDave
- Kawasaki Fanatic -
A little Thanksgiving Dinner story...true? You be the judge:
In 79' I had been terrorizing the local backroads, street, & racetrack for years. I thought I was king of motorcycles, faster than them all. Very few if only 1 or 2 could beat me on the local backroads. SO, having such a BIG attitude problem, & still being pissed at Mom & Dad who kicked me out because I bought a motorcycle a few years ago....payback time.
Off to Mom's place we go for Thanksgiving dinner. They were surprised I was so easy to talk into coming as they knew I was still pissed off at them. I rode in on the KZ650 late (so I knew everyone would be there), rolled around the backyard gate to the big plate-glass sliding-door which is always open there. Pulled right on the patio, & backed it right up to the door opening. You can guess what happened next!
Yes, seeing everyone already there, many already sitting down to the dinner table, I promptly revved her up, & dumped the clutch. Rrrrrrrr......screech...weeeee...waaaaa...& big cloud's of smoke started billowing up, & into the family room where everyone was about to sit down. In seconds the room was filled & smoke started coming back out.
I went out front & parked the bike like nothing had happened. Irate parents were simply told, "oh I thought I'd return the welcome from when you threw me out." Everyone was by then outside coughing for clean air. Some of my relatives never forgave me; but hell most were a-holes anyway. I'll never forget I laughed about this for days.....maybe weeks?
In 79' I had been terrorizing the local backroads, street, & racetrack for years. I thought I was king of motorcycles, faster than them all. Very few if only 1 or 2 could beat me on the local backroads. SO, having such a BIG attitude problem, & still being pissed at Mom & Dad who kicked me out because I bought a motorcycle a few years ago....payback time.
Off to Mom's place we go for Thanksgiving dinner. They were surprised I was so easy to talk into coming as they knew I was still pissed off at them. I rode in on the KZ650 late (so I knew everyone would be there), rolled around the backyard gate to the big plate-glass sliding-door which is always open there. Pulled right on the patio, & backed it right up to the door opening. You can guess what happened next!
Yes, seeing everyone already there, many already sitting down to the dinner table, I promptly revved her up, & dumped the clutch. Rrrrrrrr......screech...weeeee...waaaaa...& big cloud's of smoke started billowing up, & into the family room where everyone was about to sit down. In seconds the room was filled & smoke started coming back out.
I went out front & parked the bike like nothing had happened. Irate parents were simply told, "oh I thought I'd return the welcome from when you threw me out." Everyone was by then outside coughing for clean air. Some of my relatives never forgave me; but hell most were a-holes anyway. I'll never forget I laughed about this for days.....maybe weeks?
