Let's go back to Lucky's most embarrassing moment. It was NOT a broken leg, it was an ankle. And the reason he dropped the bike on himself was because he had me on the back AND another friend on rack. That's right, 3 people on his bike and he hit sand. Not a good idea to have more than two persons on a motorcycle......

Two months ago I traded my 2002 Road King in for a 2009 Ultra Classic and I was really proud of the new bike. The only thing was that I had never had floorboards for the passenger on a bike before. I headed back to the dealer that weekend to meet a few friends for a ride and they were looking forward to seeing my new ride. So here I come into the parking lot on my new bike and with my wife on the back and went to make a u-turn and put my foot down and my foot got caught under the rear floorboard and the pavement. Down I went, I thought I had broke a couple of toes, but the worst part was seeing my new bike laying on its side. There must have been 30 people there and about half came to help me pick up the bike, and to tell me that, even laying down, they liked my new bike.

I have two, and I don't know which was more embarrassing.

One.  I was using my buddy's Kawasaki Vulcan while he was on deployment and I was out cruising around one afternoon.  I was getting thirsty so I pulled into one of my favorite watering holes, a local go-go bar.  As I pulled into the parking lot there was a crowd out front, dancers, bartenders and patrons.  I did a very nice u-turn in the very narrow parking lot and pulled into an open space, veryone was impressed with my riding prowess.  I pulled off my helmet and gloves and leaned the bike toward the kick-stand that wasn't down.  Luckily I'm not exactly a small guy and I managed to catch it before it fell all the way over, but the crowd of 20 or so saw me and nobody was impressed anymore.

Two.  Two days after I picked up my brand new Triumph I took it to work to show off.  My good friend came with me to see the bike as I was about to leave.  He had owned an old Triumph chopper back in the day and we were talking about how the controls were on the "correct" sides of the new bikes.  Looking back I probably should not have been bragging about having it all down pat.  I straddled my scoot and started her up, saying later to my friend I kicked it into first and she immediately died.  Not only do the new Triumph's have the controls on the "correct" sides, but they also have safety devices to keep you from taking off with your kick-stand down.  He called me a rookie and I felt like a jack-ass.
 

I'm glad I found this site.Now I can print off some of these stories and my friends will leave me alone.Never done the kickstand trick but the same thing happens when your at a stop light and forget to put your feet down and wonder why the wolds going sideways.

This was back when I was young and stupid (I'm not young anymore). There were a bunch of us who used to ride dirt bikes up near the lake not too far from my house. Usually after a day of riding we would have a fire by the lake and drink some beers. Of course every now and then one of us would get on the bike and do some donuts or a wheelie, or something stupid. Well my famous trick was to ride toward the edge of the lake, where it was about a 5 foot drop to the water which was about 10 feet deep right there, and just before I got to the edge I would lock the back brake, skid sideways, and then jump on the throttle doing a 1/2 donut about a foot from the lake.

Yep, you guessed it. Got just a little too close one time and went right over the edge. Both the bike and I hit the water making a big splash and of course getting a big cheer. I went back the next day with a truck and pulled the bike out, which believe it or not ran just fine after it all dried out. For years I was known as "Splash".

Ok, Well just last Saturday I went up to the local independent shop I hang out at. Did some B.S.ing order some parts. Walking out to the bike, There were some other riders parked by mine. One cat started talking to me about the paint and a little KISSTORY. He and his buddies fired up there rides and headed out. Put my cell phone in my bag, got on, fired up the bike and started heading out to the Hwy, They were having a huge swap meet in the parking lot. People are looking at me and something feels different. In my mirror I see Patty (co owner) at the door waving very fast. Well you guessed it. I tap the top of my head and no helmet... Couldn't hear what was yelled from the shop but it must have been pretty funny because all the people in the parking lot were laughing and a few were pointing....

Ok, did another dumb one. Decided to take a ride around the neighborhood with my Santa Suit on last Saturday. Figured the kids would love it. There was a little ic on the street, but I figured if I went slow and straight, should be no problem. Well the slow was no problem, it was the straight thing that didn't go so well. Going down the street at about 15 mph all of the sudden the back tire broke loose and swerved the bike. Before I could do anything, I ran right in to the side of the mail truck. Well, at least I did what I set out to do...all of the neighborhood kids had a smile on their face!

I used to ride with a group of guys and, unoffially, I always rode tailgunner position. Among other things, that meant that I was also usually the last to park. This particular day I, and a couple of others, were just back far enough behind everyone that most were parked and waiting when we got there. I backed up to the curb, threw my kickstand down but leaned my bike the wrong direction. Bummer...

Another time, just this past summer, I took my 17-year-old daughter to pickup her new glasses. My daughter is about 5' 7" and a little bit plump. She asked if I was ready for her to get on the bike, I said "no" because I wasn't prepared. I wasn't even holding the handlebars because I was putting on my gloves. Not having heard "no" she stepped up, with her full weight, on the right passenger peg and pulled me and the bike down in front of a handful of people about 15 feet away, 2 of which came running over to ask if I needed help standing my bike up. I think the look on my face must have said it all. It's hard to balance an 800-pound motorcycle when you're feeling about 6 inches tall.

 MIKE                   "I'm... a... high... way... STAR..."   

Man, since it sounds like you didn't get hurt, that is really funny.  Too bad you didn't get a picture of Santa Down!

My husband, brother and I took a road trip to Big Bend last summer. I had been riding a lowered softail for the last few years but had traded up to my 09 Street Glide. We had been in Big Bend for a couple of days and was really enjoying ourselves, the sights are amazing. We were running down river road and came up on a look out and without thinking I pulled in...crosswise on a steeply sloaped pulloff. Come to a stop and down I went. Of course my husband turns around and yells to my brother... wait!! "Get the Camera!" before they manhandled my bike back up. To add insult to injury, we made it to the top of McDonalds Observatory and you guessed it... Steep grade, and a turn around... and I didn't even need to stop this time... down I went and it just had to be on the opposite side.

Way back in the late 80s when I had no sense what-so-ever, I was drinking at a party and insisted I was OK to ride. My girlfriend disagreed with me and wouldn't give me my helmet (that was locked in her car) so I said I'd go without it.
She gave in and got my helmet and followed me home in her car. I rode perfectly... until the last red light, 1/2 block from home... I stopped and forgot to put my feet down.

Riding down Townson Ave in Fort Smith,Arkansas with a girl from work on the back.A buddy was riding next to us and shouted that she needed to show her tits..a few blocks down the street I looked back and discovered that she was not only flashing,she had taken her shirt completely off...I'm all for naked chicks,but the Fort Smith Police dont have a very good sense of humor..I yelled for her to get the shirt back on before we ended up in jail..lol. Not sure if that is Embarrassing,but it was for sure a panic moment.

I dont have a bike, So a friend was loaning me his 1995 Ninja 750. So since i had not ridden it yet i took it out to get use to the Clutch and (Sport bike) foot pegs. No problems going around the block a few times feeling (better) about using it. Then was going to talk to my friend, Started a quick turn around and slowed down, started from the far side of the road and got almost all the way around and I put my foot down to try to steady the bike. I thought I had it and wam the bike and I both are on the ground and the bike is on my leg and foot. Right infront of his house with every one out side watching the motorcycle going around the block. He had to help the Noob get the bike off the ground.  And it was also on my birthday.

Ahhhh....there a few stories I could share ( turn the gas on, the kill switch on, etc....LOL), but the one that just mortified me I couldn't control. I was trying to get my first sportster started in a college parking lot when everyone was leaving. Mid-kick the kick-stand broke. The bike fell down, I fell. I was so embarrassed I yanked the bike upright, straddled it, kicked it once (thank god it started!) and took off. To this day I don't know (1) How I picked that bike up and (2) how I got it to start with just my leg. Normally, I had to stand on the kicker and use ALL my weight to get it to turn over!

I had just bought my brand new Vulcan 2000. I picked it up at the dealer and rode it home ahead of my wife. I decided to go around the block before she got home and had to stop at the top of the hill. The street had just been paved and had a lot of asphault gravels on it. Soooo..... my foot slides out and the bike goes down, I jammed my leg under it to keep the tank from getting dinged and was pinned. I had to yell for my neighbor to come out and help me get the bike back up. This is one heavy bike! I then pulled onto the carport and got off.....kickstand still up, rider pinned face first against the wall. Luckily, all before the wife got home.

Ok I too have had a moment in which I went to move my wife’s bike which was setting in front of a bunch of bikers. As soon as I let out on the clutch I went down. Now that wasn't bad enough, so I jumped up and looked around to see if anyone saw that.....they did. So I started the bike up again and did the very same thing, this time breaking off one of my wife’s mirror’s..........Moral of the story ......Don't forget to remove the front brake lock stupid!!
The Dragon

a few years ago, was on a v-star 1100 right after having back surgery, about a month or so afterwards, doc said go ahead so off we go, we were running backroads around san antonio, three of us, i got distracted for a second, didn't see the pothole, bang, i damn sure felt it. we get to deer crossing, a little biker bar and pull in to get a beer. i roll up, managed to get my feet down, had to stall the bike cause i couldn't sit back up straight to hit the kill switch. a woman walking by asked me if i was alright, i said" ma'am, i would greatly appreciate it if you could put the stand down" bless her heart she did. i thought she had walked off when i let myself fall off the bike. she walked back up to me laying on the ground and asked me if i really needed another beer. didn't bother explaining the recent back surgery.

Well, after reading all of this, I suppose i can share. I got my Blue in July, and in November, I dropped her, I usually pull her up and around to face down the driveway, but that last time was after heavy rain and the grassy part I have to negotiate was probably to wet, so I drove straight up and parked her. Some days later the weather was nice and I thought i'd take my daughter for a spin. So, I start her up and start backing down the driveway (kinda long) and get a cramp in my right leg, towards the bottom, I decided to strech the cramp whil on the bike, but with some uneven pavement she started to go over, I caught her but couldnt kepp her from goin compleatly down. and neighbors saw. and I used the method from the garage womens parties method to upright her. yes embarasing. good news only a few scratches and now I can buy that #!skull derby cover. (Sorry blue). I hope i learned my lesson.

Gotta say that I've had a few embarrasing moments on my bikes, but the one that was the first & the worse happened few months after I bought my brand new 86 Honda Rebel. It only had 11 miles on it, and I was in love! I'd been riding for 10 years already so I figured I knew what I was doing. One gorgeous day after a nice long ride, I rode the beloved Honda into the backyard to park it next to the tall, wooden fence by the back door. My backyard was right behind a huge private garden type estate, so nobody ever went back there. When I went to get off the bike...you guessed it, I forgot to put the kickstand down and the shift in weight slammed me sideways against the fence, my neck almost snapped, and the full weight of the bike had me pinned, helpless! After awhat seems like an eternity trying to get the bike off me, I was saved. Luckily my roommate came home sick from work and helped me get untangled. Of course, EVERYBODY had to hear about it, how my beloved bike tried to kill me! Needless to say, that's the first thing I check ever since is for the kickstand to be down.

FIRST embarrasing moment, was also my first ride. Whole family into dirt tracking in the old days. (like about 1970) My oldest brother bought me a Honda 50, brand new, for Christmas. Sat on it in the livingroom for two weeks waiting for the silver thaw and 2' of snow to melt. First snow free day we wheel it out for my first ride ever. Bunch of old school dirt guys standing around, including a multiple champ from Woodland Race Track (big deal in the day). I fire it up, smile, kick it in gear and wick the throttle. Just as the auto tranny slipped into third gear I T-boned dad's new Impala. Never saw it coming. Lesson one, look where yu are going.

Latest embarrasing moment on a bike. Wheel the new Heritage into the living room morning of the 23rd. Dead battery! F!!! The delivery guy left the switch on all night. Charged it up all day. When I got home from slavery, the wife says "Fire it up!" RIGHT-ON! (Crank... fire... put put put put...) I pop the throttle and those new Rhinhards roar. The clock that WAS on the living room wall flew about ten feet. Oooops! Wife shouts "That's enough!" Crap!

I am hoping my next embarrasing moment on a bike will involve nudity and cheering drunks!!!