Crazy but true

Ishrub said:

Sounds like there is a good market for those USA made 'Leg Up' Landing Gear computerised air driven stabilisers that deploy as the rider slows down and mount where a center stand would go.

LegUp by Chopper Design - LegUp Home Page

There was a Rocket 3 in Melbourne for sale recently with a set of the Mk 1 version.

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Found it again. Must be fun cornering and running on those raised outriggers at times. Must ruin your ramp-over angles too. Well set up though.

AUD$10,000.00 Negotiable
2006 Triumph Rocket III 2.3 litre 3 cylinder. 19,000 klms. This bike comes with front and rear brake on finger levers on right side of handle bar, instead of rear brake to foot pedal. This also has landing gear fitted at a cost of 6k.

Mate I thought you were joking when you first mentioned this .
That's amazing I just sent the link to Jeff .
Well considered and received Irish rub !

That's some house olbul ! Great Halloween trick . Jeff and I used to do similar at party's with a crossbow and sometimes throwing knives but it ended badly once and I had to grow up ! !

Nat67 said:

That's some house olbul ! Great Halloween trick . Jeff and I used to do similar at party's with a crossbow and sometimes throwing knives but it ended badly once and I had to grow up ! !

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Somehow I get the idea it was not you receiving the crossbow bolts or knives. More details please!

When I was a kid at boarding school me and a mate were discussing something energetically over the dinner table and his fork got stuck in my knuckles. I started pissing myself laughing and he was mortified. Strangely it didn't hurt at all as I was waving my hand around with a fork jammed in it.

Got to say though, I have never understood people playing 'Russian Roulette' or that game quickly stabbing a knife into a table between your spread fingers. You can't beat the numbers eventually.

It was a trick we used to use to disperse the last drunken people you always get at party's who just don't get the hint it's time to go ! Jeff and I would feign an argument whereas I would leave the room only to return with a barnett 150 lb crossbow and loose a bolt into his lower leg . It always worked perfectly with the foam and hard resin prosthetic catching the bolt oh so realistically . I kid you not , it would empty the room quicker than a nuclear fart ! The time inevitably came tho when on one occasion I was too drunk or stupid to differentiate and shot poor Jeff in the WRONG leg ! It took a few seconds to realise that his thrashing about was real tho and there was no way that bolt was coming out easily . Reluctant to call an ambulance I called a taxi instead and had to escort Jeff to casualty ! I don't know how it is in your part of the world but in England the casualty department on a sat night is an absolute pantomime and we fitted in just great , two big bikers , one hobbling and cursing with a crossbow bolt sticking out the side of his calf ! They x rayed poor Jeff and with no pain relief the doc pulled the bolt straight out after first cutting his Jean leg up the middle . Funnily enough there was no blood , just a perfect hole which they stitched . Luckily the bolt only had a target tip and his jeans soaked up most of the energy but the bolt still penetrated a good couple of inches into his calf muscle . Took a long time to be forgiven for that one and he made me take a week off work to push him around in a wheelchair ! ! No more party's either on account of attendency levels dropping for some reason . don't judge me ! !

Its funny how wounds don't always bleed when you expect. I had a Red Cloud Kelpie in Darwin years ago who used to roam the neighbourhood and as usual trotted in the front door soundlessly and put his paws up on my chest as I was lying on the couch watching TV. I aimlessly gave him a pat and then felt something odd near his neck, looked down and he had half an aluminium hunting arrow stuck through his neck with the fletching embeded inside. On examination someone had shot him from above and the flat razor broadhead and cut cleanly half way through his leather collar and gone through the side of his neck. The arrow had obviously hit the concrete path or similar beneath him and had snapped off the metal shaft. No blood no whimpers, freaked me out a little. Vet removed it that night under anaesthetic without incident and he went on for many more years riding bikes and sidecars.

Poor dog ! Why would someone do that ?

dam Lucky Dog did you find out who did the deed basterd

HansO said:

dam Lucky Dog did you find out who did the deed basterd

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No idea, it was night time and I didn't know anyone with bows in the area but bowhunting was fairly popular in the NT. I didn't even have one then either unlike now . Our 3 story block of townhouse style staggered flats for Govt employees, had 1x2br on bottom and 2 floors of 1xbr upstairs. I was on the bottom and we had about 5 acres of grounds and parkland about a kilometre from the beach, everyone knew him as he had been the flat's sole dog for years and all the kids played with him. Because of this and the angle I do not think it was one of my neighbors.

The leather collar saved him as it was half cut through and must have partially spun on his neck to the side so the arrow slid in under the skin and didn't hit anything major. It was through about 5" of his neck though from top to bottom on the side.