Slowest or shortest journey?
Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 4:34 pm
Following on from the "Fastest" and "Longest" threads...
What is your slowest most gruelling journey, and what is your most embarrassingly short one?
I use to kit up and ride 80 yards to my mates house (I was young then) but it was enough distance to annoy the neighbours and pop a wheelie.
My most gruelling / slow journey was one winter in the 80's.
While I was oblivious at work, it snowed... lots!
I decided to ride home for the fun of it (what a plonker!)
It didnt start well, as the choke knob on my Superdream was frozen up, so I had to nip into work for a cup of hot water. Got the bike started and off I went. 10 minute later and the choke lever was now frozen full on, the bike stalling lots unless I kept the throttle wide open. Fortunately I found a garage with hot water and thawed it out again. 3 hours later I completed the 4 mile journey home, having fallen off more times than I could count (but broke nothing on me or the bike).
Riding in the snow wasnt too bad, but the stopping and starting was a nightmare and the traffic was horrendous. I hadnt thought it through properly, if I had I would have realised that filtering was out of the equation.
The worst was the next day at work when a colleague who lived near me told of his walk home, which was half the time it took me, and he had joined in with a massive snowball fight on the way.
I vowed never again to ride in heavy snow.
What is your slowest most gruelling journey, and what is your most embarrassingly short one?
I use to kit up and ride 80 yards to my mates house (I was young then) but it was enough distance to annoy the neighbours and pop a wheelie.
My most gruelling / slow journey was one winter in the 80's.
While I was oblivious at work, it snowed... lots!
I decided to ride home for the fun of it (what a plonker!)
It didnt start well, as the choke knob on my Superdream was frozen up, so I had to nip into work for a cup of hot water. Got the bike started and off I went. 10 minute later and the choke lever was now frozen full on, the bike stalling lots unless I kept the throttle wide open. Fortunately I found a garage with hot water and thawed it out again. 3 hours later I completed the 4 mile journey home, having fallen off more times than I could count (but broke nothing on me or the bike).
Riding in the snow wasnt too bad, but the stopping and starting was a nightmare and the traffic was horrendous. I hadnt thought it through properly, if I had I would have realised that filtering was out of the equation.
The worst was the next day at work when a colleague who lived near me told of his walk home, which was half the time it took me, and he had joined in with a massive snowball fight on the way.
I vowed never again to ride in heavy snow.