Yesterday I went for a ride down the waterfront on beautiful foggy morning. I was having a lovely time until I took a tight turn on conrete ended up on my butt. It was slick and I wasn't paying attention. Everything checked out fine after twisting the handlebars back into alignment with the wheel. It's been a long time since I crashed. Good times.
Anybody else have a good story to tell?
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Yeah, I've got a story.
I had just changed the oil in my 92 Buick LeSabre, and had a bucket of the crud that I needed to get rid of. I figger, water is what you use to clean things, and where is there more water than at the waterfront?
So, I head on down there to do a little dump'n'dash. I'm almost all the way there, when I slip on some loose gravel. BLAM! The bucket hits the ground, oil everywhere.
I figger, since I was gonna dump it there anyhow, I might as well just say "#$%^ it", grabbed up my bucket, and hit the road.
Sorry Bill.
I think Buick's are probably the most common vehicle dumped in the water front as well. Kudos for taking the oil out first!
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