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This happened about 3 years ago, when I first got my Bandit 1200:
I was Just Riding Along (JRA) near the Perimeter Mall area, in Atlanta. As I am waiting for a red light to change, I noticed the the lane I was in merged into the middle lane- three lanes down to two. No prob, I'm thinking. we can easily merge over. Not feeling squidly that day, I would have been happy to just get into the next lane. So this guy, this yuppie in a BMW 5-series sedan, in the lane next to me, starts creeping forward- giving out these I'm-not-gonna-let-this-motorcycle-in vibes. Well, I know I'm up to the challenge, so when the light changes, I hit it. Through first gear quickly, into second, and on the throttle HARD. Gotta get into that middle lane, you know. Then, I half feel, half see the front of the bike just floating up, until the bars are in my sight, level with my eyes. Holy Toledo, a honest-to-gosh wheelie!! A BIG one, too! I ease off the throttle, don't want to get rear-ended by a speeding lawyer, or whatever beemer boy is, so I keep the speed up to ensure I am well out of his way. Then, I am just outta there, down the road and out of harm's way. Only then do I realize- I must have changed lanes ON MY BACK WHEEL! Geez! That guy must have though I was some kind of total hot dog!
Wow! Hasn't happened again. Anybody have this happen to them?
I was Just Riding Along (JRA) near the Perimeter Mall area, in Atlanta. As I am waiting for a red light to change, I noticed the the lane I was in merged into the middle lane- three lanes down to two. No prob, I'm thinking. we can easily merge over. Not feeling squidly that day, I would have been happy to just get into the next lane. So this guy, this yuppie in a BMW 5-series sedan, in the lane next to me, starts creeping forward- giving out these I'm-not-gonna-let-this-motorcycle-in vibes. Well, I know I'm up to the challenge, so when the light changes, I hit it. Through first gear quickly, into second, and on the throttle HARD. Gotta get into that middle lane, you know. Then, I half feel, half see the front of the bike just floating up, until the bars are in my sight, level with my eyes. Holy Toledo, a honest-to-gosh wheelie!! A BIG one, too! I ease off the throttle, don't want to get rear-ended by a speeding lawyer, or whatever beemer boy is, so I keep the speed up to ensure I am well out of his way. Then, I am just outta there, down the road and out of harm's way. Only then do I realize- I must have changed lanes ON MY BACK WHEEL! Geez! That guy must have though I was some kind of total hot dog!
Wow! Hasn't happened again. Anybody have this happen to them?
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