I have mentioned elsewhere here that it was up to a new tire or a jack up kit from England. Well I opted for the tire, but I wanted to have my hooker and fuck her too! I set to work figuring out how much I needed to lop out of the dog bone links to jack it up the 40mm that the billet link kit offered. I found the thickness of the angle grinder wheel was exactly the size so I mowed right through those fuckers and did a really really clean butt weld and ground the slop off of the edges and bolted them back in. Boy oh boy, that bike wanted to be "up-on-one" constantly under 4th gear, I was loving it! Thinking nothing of the ticking time bomb under me.
This was 2 days after my buddy eats shit on his GSXR, my little bro and I are still feeling like something is coming but I am thowing caution to the wind, figured that it had passed and it was paranoia that was getting the best of me and started to ease back into the crazy shit. My bro and I were headed back to the Grove from Mad town and we were maybie 4 miles from the house, 16 miles into the trip, and I decided I needed to show my little bro the new "trick" I learned. Valantino Rossie style knee's against the tank, torsoe hanging out over the front, high speed standup wheelie.
But I was throwing a twist into it, I was hill cresting at 120+mph in 5th gear when I did it! I go rocketing off ahead of my bro, standup at 120, bounce the front on the top of the hill, gas the shit out of it, bring it right up to the float point, and right as the bike starts to come down off the hill crest, the wheelie starts to set down, and I feel everything go to hell all at once!! I mean, EVERYTHING was wrong!!!
The front end slams down so hard my chin bar on my helmet hits the gauges, my chest hits the tank filler cap (how ever the fuck that happened) and my hands and feet nearly come off the pegs and bars from the impact. For a moment I thought I hit a deer, then it dawned on me I was still standing up, I was still moving
REALLY FAST and I was going sideways as a mofo!
I started to steer the bars like a giant dirtbike, the whole chassis just like jello under me, and I think "oh fuck I hatched the motor and the rear tire is covered in oil!! Then I flash back to when that happened at 90mph on the VF500F and think "hmmm, been there done that this is diffrent" then it hits me, "the transmission locked up!", nope, "the chain is bound up in the rear wheel and swinger!", wrong again. The bike is still sliding and it's getting closer and closer to the edge of the road, that ditch is looking REALLY deep and I am starting to hang off the left side like crazy and try to keep this full lock slide from going high side on me.
I get slowed down a bunch, it felt like hours I was sliding down the road with the rear locked up, and it gets close to 30-40mph and starts getting really squirly, the rear starts hopping all over the place, but it's still not down! I wrestle it down to a stop, step off the side and realise it was about 6 inches from peg to ground, and it finally dawns on me, THE FUCKING DOG BONES BROKE!!!!! It effectivly wedged the tire against the subframe and abruptly stopped it.
Triple digit "Header vs Asphalt" mark. Still gives me the heebie jeebies looking at it.
Clear black mark, yes that is the B12 waaaaay the hell down the road on the right.
The entire length of it, about 600 or so feet.
Me, Blue, and a moment forever captured.
I braced and re welded the dog bone links and didn't have a problem after that, but it goes to show, you should know exactly what your doing if your going to do it.
