What's the most embarrassing thing you've every done.. let me change that, cause if you're anything like me you got a list of those puppy's and you have so many that (least i do) they sorta "pop" back into reality with a "NO.. tell me i didn't really do that".. I don't tell the wife about these.. I'm going to hold onto what little "face" i've got so unless she's a mind reader, (nope) this stays with us.. back in 1987 i rode the prettiest scoot in the city of Tucson AZ.. sorry, Pride is a sin, but facts are facts.. it was.. i had replaced the standard tank on my little Harley Sportster with whats called a king sportster.. just a couple inches wider and a gal or so more so you don't have to stop every 95 miles for gas.. Remember this was before every blue pill pop'n geezer (look'n around) discovered the motor company as a cure for male menopause that replaced the sports car.. so the places that worked on bikes were owned and run by real bikers, and pretty cheap to deal with.. you had to make sure you were in and out before the afternoon bong, (or be part of it) but i digress.. did a lot of digress with that bong too.. "could i super size that"..besides a beautiful PERFECT corvette red paint job, i had them add gold pin striping along both fender edges and the bottom of the tank so all of the stripes started about 2" in from the edge or bottom of the tank.. and just flat worked.. at the same time i added a gold bar and shield logo on the side of the tank.. this baby was so fine it kept look'n for a better look'n rider.. beautiful.. ok so back to my day of painful reality ... in 1987 the idea of cash thorough a slot in the wall was new, and REAL popular.. i stopped at mine for a withdrawal.. i was going out on the town.. and here again.. not going to lie.. this scared up, sloop hunkered over, flabby skinned geezer.. well.. let's just say i didn't look half bad back then.. so i'm at the window.. and obviously the owner of the bike.. i'm getting a lot of smiles, but you guys know how you don't talk in line.. it's sorta like a urinal with cash.. so no talking.. get my bucks and walked out to the parking lot to get on the scoot.. there were maybe 20 people in line.. there were 39 eyes on me guys.. (one ol boy had a patch) .. no exaggerating here... first and only time in my life where i've been the sole object of all eyes.. I high sided and dropped the bike in front of everyone.. Here again a Gospel Lord is my witness story.. don't know if that's real Christian, and that cross really does matter.. but true.. Sportsters have a simple lock on the frame and forks you drop a padlock through.. i was so excited by the attention i forgot it.. and when i took off .. as in two seconds AFTER i took off and tried to straighten the forks. nope.. what made it worse.. and only telling this cause i love ya all, pride really is a sin, and maybe with the good Lords blessings others can learn a lesson.. I swear that when i went over the bike (high siding) i was sorta yelping like some bad Swiss yodeler doing bath tub meth.. OK.. i've told my worst and most embarrassing ... uhhh.. well sorta.. but enough that someone should bale me out here, with a "you think that's embarrassing.. come on troops.. were all in this together..