Scooty incidents are on a prowl so one more to add to it:

i was actualy trying to do a burnout, and as normaly any person while doing the burnout would hold the front break,i aslo did.. and then
scoooty started to make all kind of wierd sounds but the tyre did not take a spin.. i wondered what went wrong...
suddenly realised that the scooty does not have a clutch,and i was holding the break tightly..

So, why didn't you let the clutch free??

LOL... sometimes even when walking I look into the rear view mirrors (which, actually is not there) to see if anybody is trying to overtake while I'm taking a turn, lol..

That's why I am wayy too careful to ride with a lady as pillion.. Have to ride as if someone is sitting behind me holding a gun..

i was giving the MAT examination in september and the question paper contained a lame question
HAYABUSA is made by:
a Honda b Hero Honda
c Suzuki d Yamaha
so i like answered this and slowly drifted off to a world where i was driving a hayabusa and soon started making driving noises like zoooooooooooooooooooooo thud zzzzzooooooooooooo thud zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzoooooooooooooooo thud zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzooo ooooooooooooooo and the girl sitting next to me starts to look at me in disbelief and the invigilator came up and shook me rudely and i came back to senses

Damn!

I didnt know MAT was so easy

Truly the best after the Posers post...... awesome....... I have to stop reading it cauz I was laughing loudly....... so started again late in the evening....... couldn't complete the whole thing....... so now at this time of day....... so almost everything is there....... but only two from my side........

1) During my XII std. we had SelectII...... n my friend had Samurai....... so we agreed on a race ....... we were racing on NH34 outside Siliguri........ so there's one forest department checkpost........ n trucks used to stand on the road making a long queue on both sides having little space between the front two trucks facing each other........ so near that my friend overtook me n made a smooth zig-zag n gone....... now my turn...... I accelerated more n felt something wrong with rear tyre...... I tried to brake but the rear tyre started swaying...... n thuddddddddd........ head-on with the stationary truck....... Mamu(Policeman) came n the first thing he said that itna bada rasta nahi dikhta kya(can't you see the big road)........ first encounter with mamu n no ghoooosh(bribery) ........

2) its during Durga Puja(celebrated in a grand way everywhere in Bengal)....... this time its Pulsar 150 UG2...... I was not allowed to take bike during Pujas(obvious)........ so I convinced my parents n tooks the bike....... my uncles' house in just 300-400 meters away from our home....... so started the bike n girls were looking at me....... accelerated n zoooooom........ saw a bump near my uncles' home and thought of avoiding it........ I swayed the bike to left n the next thing I was in air....... damn the side stand...... ego gone....... bike gone........ had to stay at home.......

Once upon a time in a universe not so far away, A young biker was trying to start his pulsar in a busy market street. he had been at it for 20 minutes without any success. suddenly it came to his mind that he had installed a remote lock in his bike the day before and he has locked the bike through it and forgot to release the lock. he pretended to make some adjustments to the bike and using the cunning and stealth of a jaguar he unlocked the remote inside his pocket.

NEXT DAY NEWS PAPER HEADLINE: Motorcycle remote lock system brutally assaulted and found in garbage.

ANY SIMILARITY TO ME IN THIS STORY IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Once I had taken my elder bro's splendor to my office, the rear tyre was absolutely bald and the headlight was as bad as ever, prolly a lamp would output more power I guess.

By evening it started raining and it was drizzling, my dad calls up and tells me, son it is raining, the rear tyre is bald be careful while riding, I keep noding my head, by the time I left it was almost dark. I was very cautious in the city, not exceeding even 30 kph. As soon as I left the city outskirts I was a little happy and accelerated a bit, the street lights werent burning, so I had to rely on the stupid headlight, I am happily cruising and all of a sudden I see a BTS bus standing in front of me, no tail lights on the bus so could not spot it . I panic and hit the rear brakes, bald tyres dont help , I slip and go straight below the bus's tail. Luckily the bus moves and people come and help me get up. The best part is now, I get up and pick the bike, as I am about to start, a kid who has been seeing all this comes and asks me, UNCLE LIFT . I was like this fella trusts me and my riding so much that he is ready to risk his life

Just remembered one of my MAJOR bloopers..........
This happened a year agao..I usually pick my colleague up from a bus stop near my place , on my way to office.So as usual was waiting 4 him. I have this habit of listening 2 music while i ride and my ear phones were in full blast as usual. My friend came in sometime .He kept his bag on the pillion seat and was about to sit , but........
I sped off, ..music still blarrin in ma ears.After going ahead for about a km, i could feel my phone vibrating.Since i was in no mood to stop and attend to it, i removed it from my pocket and was about to hand it to my friend behind (or at least i thought so...), but to my surprise he wasn't taking it..I jus looked back to talk 2 him , and to my HORROR.....there was nobody on the rear seat except my friend's bag resting on ma back.....
For a moment there, i got shit scared cause i thought he must have fallen off or somethin. But then i looked at my phone...and to my SURPRISe...it ws that same dude..i slowed down and answered the call...and believe me ,i hadn't heard anyone hurl bad words and that 2 at such a rate, till then.......I had to take a U turn back to the same bus stop, where he was standing ..with his face al red and smoke comin outta his nostrils..
Later on he tol me, that when he was about to sit but hd got dwn because he had forgotten to tie his bandana...and by thn....i had sped off.......He being a bit on the skinny side, i never used to feel his weight on ma back.
He kept yelling from behind, but......hehe i din hear his voice , cause of ..................u guessed it...MY EARPHONES .and he was standing there...embarressed in front of the whole bus stop..
We had a rely good laugh, when he again narrated the entire incident in da office.....From that day on, i alwayz make it a point to look back and ask him 'Chale' before speeding off....

xBhp effect

Heheheehe, this happens with light pillions. I too always confirm if they're sitting or not!
Btw, this morning I had to send an email to all my group members at office. Instead of writing Dear All, I wrote '@All:' and sent it!

hehe.. LOL. What was their reply?

Nothing, luckily!

Came in quick into a traffic jam, braked in time in perfect style about half a feet behind an auto, and then thanks to Bajaj gearbox, left the clutch thinking it was in neutral, BUMP, the bump was good enough to have a conversation with the auto guy.

LOLz.. that was funny

I leave my keys at the parking slot(office) most of the time.
Funny thing is i cum 2 know about it in the evening while leaving from the office

can be said as another state of GHAJINI effect.

This happened with me a week ago. I was doing an internship with a NGO and it had organised some function in jnu. I parked my car beside a passion and when i was getting out i saw some keys were left in the keyhole just above the engine on the left side(i dunno why that keyhole was there). i took a closer look and saw hero honda written on those keys and i thought it must be the bike keys and the owner has forgotten it there.then i asked one of the fellow internees whose bike it is and one of them replied it was the bike of a person working in our ngo.I took the keys happily and took it to "sir" to impress him.When i gave him the keys he said "beta i have my keys"and he showed it to me and i was like oh SHIT .I ran back to the bike at full speed and kept the keys where they were.I later realised that the bike belonged to one of the mediapersons who had come to cover the event and my friend was confused earlier because of similar numbers.