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My tale is nowhere near as funny as captainrobs, but no less embarassing.
I was the manager of a large car dealership here in Adelaide.
I had just bought a very tidy example of a 900SS Ducati that I couldn't wait to show off too all the other employees.
On a Monday morning, I left for work a couple of minutes later than normal to ensure I would arrive to work with a full audience, and they were expecting me as I'd been raving about my new bike.
Inside a large shed where our parts were stored was a glass fronted office where the phone sales area was, staffed by 4-5 people, and several others hanging around.
I've accelerated into the shed with the sound of the V twin thumping away beautifully, and this is when I discovered that Ducati's don't have particularly good turning circles, and this combined with a lovely smooth concrete floor, there was something inevitable about to happen.
I had a massive shit fit when I realized we were going down, and the only option to me was to lay her down as gently as I possibly could, and in the same motion leap over the bike, conduct what for all money must of appeared to be a perfectly choreographed forward roll, and then standing to my feet in the one motion, I bowed to the crowd to a raucous round of applause.
One quick thinking employee in the glass office then stood up holding a note book, and when he turned the pad around to show me, it had the number "10" written on it, which reflected my score for the aforementioned manoeuvre...GOLD.
Still reminded of this one to this day................bastards.
I was the manager of a large car dealership here in Adelaide.
I had just bought a very tidy example of a 900SS Ducati that I couldn't wait to show off too all the other employees.
On a Monday morning, I left for work a couple of minutes later than normal to ensure I would arrive to work with a full audience, and they were expecting me as I'd been raving about my new bike.
Inside a large shed where our parts were stored was a glass fronted office where the phone sales area was, staffed by 4-5 people, and several others hanging around.
I've accelerated into the shed with the sound of the V twin thumping away beautifully, and this is when I discovered that Ducati's don't have particularly good turning circles, and this combined with a lovely smooth concrete floor, there was something inevitable about to happen.
I had a massive shit fit when I realized we were going down, and the only option to me was to lay her down as gently as I possibly could, and in the same motion leap over the bike, conduct what for all money must of appeared to be a perfectly choreographed forward roll, and then standing to my feet in the one motion, I bowed to the crowd to a raucous round of applause.
One quick thinking employee in the glass office then stood up holding a note book, and when he turned the pad around to show me, it had the number "10" written on it, which reflected my score for the aforementioned manoeuvre...GOLD.
Still reminded of this one to this day................bastards.