Last week I was outside of a work location in San Francisco and was parking my Rockster... I took off my helmet and put it on the seat and then got sidetracked with the stuff in my cases- wanted to get the sweaty gym clothes into isolation and away from the other stuff, if you know what I mean... I lock up the cases and head into work... Later I come out to the bike... !@#$$%!! Helmet's gone.
I was going to keep this to myself, but I just had to share... I'd forgotten to cable lock the helmet to the bike like I always do... !@##%$ moron!!!! At least it was the 2000 vintage 2nd string Arai... My new Arai had been shipped off for repairs and I've been wearing my Shoei RF1000, but it just doesn't fit like my Arai Signet GTR... Good news though, the new Arai is on its way back via UPS.
My moral... Don't get distracted from routine.
T.[/b]
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That's a drag about your helmet, bro.
I'm 36 now, but back when I was 23 or 24 I used to smoke herbal cigarettes on occasion (those occasions being whenever I forgot just how stupid they made me).
This particuluar time was a summer day and I was parking my K75 out in front of a pizza shop.
I set my *ignition* key on the seat and then I began fumbling with my helmet's chin strap.
Yup! I left my damn key on the seat (in an area with crowded outdoor dining) and went inside to relieve the munchies.
For whatever reason, my bike was still there when I returned about 45 minutes later. **GASP**
I *never,* I mean NEVER rode my bike after smoking herbal cigarettes again!
I'm 36 now, but back when I was 23 or 24 I used to smoke herbal cigarettes on occasion (those occasions being whenever I forgot just how stupid they made me).
This particuluar time was a summer day and I was parking my K75 out in front of a pizza shop.
I set my *ignition* key on the seat and then I began fumbling with my helmet's chin strap.
Yup! I left my damn key on the seat (in an area with crowded outdoor dining) and went inside to relieve the munchies.
For whatever reason, my bike was still there when I returned about 45 minutes later. **GASP**
I *never,* I mean NEVER rode my bike after smoking herbal cigarettes again!
I have to park my bike on the street when I first get to work in the monring - our garage doesn't open until 6:30. I normally go out and move the bike into the garage around 7:00am. I really hate it when I'm going out to move it in, and I'm looking for my key on the way out and can't find it. Luckily it's usually in the ignition or system case lock but I kick myself every time. I do work in a pretty busy section of the city (near the DC Convention center/Chinatown) so I'm surprised nothing has happened. I haven't done it in a while; knock on wood.
A co-worker of mine a few years ago accidentally left his key in the ignition of his R1 (again, in the city) and when he returned to the bike the key was replaced with a note which had a cell phone # on it. He called it and the a$$ on the phone wanted like $500 to give the key back. Needless to say, my friend called the police. I'm not sure what the outcome of that was but I knew he wasn't going to pay. I think he got his extra key and had a locksmith change it.
This just goes to show that we are creatures of habit and occasionally forget some things.
A co-worker of mine a few years ago accidentally left his key in the ignition of his R1 (again, in the city) and when he returned to the bike the key was replaced with a note which had a cell phone # on it. He called it and the a$$ on the phone wanted like $500 to give the key back. Needless to say, my friend called the police. I'm not sure what the outcome of that was but I knew he wasn't going to pay. I think he got his extra key and had a locksmith change it.
This just goes to show that we are creatures of habit and occasionally forget some things.
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priapismic
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Sorry to hear about your loss, Toner. Earlier this summer I had a similar experience, but with a much different outcome ...
Back in June, I rode my R from NE Texas to Colorado to attend the HSTA's STAR national rally, which was held at a resort condo/hotel with a parking garage. All the bikes got to park underground in the well-lit garage, and all the bikes were given a parking permit (I kept mine in the map compartment of my tank bag). It was a pretty secure set-up, but still, anyone could have walked in off the street and boosted a bike had they been so inclined.
On my last day there, after I had returned from the day's ride, I set my gear on the ST1300 next to me temporarily while I re-organized my tank bag and system bags for the trip home early the next morning, making room for additional stuff I'd acquired on the trip. When I was done, I grabbed my gear and went upstairs to my room.
Early the following morning, I checked out, then gathered up my gear, but couldn't find my helmet. Everything else was there, but NO HELMET! In a near state of panic, I went down to the garage, breath held, fingers crossed, and lo and behold, there on the seat of the ST1300 parked next to my R, sat my helmet. It hadn't budged from the afternoon before when I placed it there.
Now that ST1300 owner might have been a late sleeper, but I can't tell you how many dozens of people would have passed by those bikes in the garage between 4 PM Wednesday and 7 AM Thursday. I think it speaks volumes about the kind of people who make up the HSTA.
Back in June, I rode my R from NE Texas to Colorado to attend the HSTA's STAR national rally, which was held at a resort condo/hotel with a parking garage. All the bikes got to park underground in the well-lit garage, and all the bikes were given a parking permit (I kept mine in the map compartment of my tank bag). It was a pretty secure set-up, but still, anyone could have walked in off the street and boosted a bike had they been so inclined.
On my last day there, after I had returned from the day's ride, I set my gear on the ST1300 next to me temporarily while I re-organized my tank bag and system bags for the trip home early the next morning, making room for additional stuff I'd acquired on the trip. When I was done, I grabbed my gear and went upstairs to my room.
Early the following morning, I checked out, then gathered up my gear, but couldn't find my helmet. Everything else was there, but NO HELMET! In a near state of panic, I went down to the garage, breath held, fingers crossed, and lo and behold, there on the seat of the ST1300 parked next to my R, sat my helmet. It hadn't budged from the afternoon before when I placed it there.
Now that ST1300 owner might have been a late sleeper, but I can't tell you how many dozens of people would have passed by those bikes in the garage between 4 PM Wednesday and 7 AM Thursday. I think it speaks volumes about the kind of people who make up the HSTA.
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A few weeks agoI went to Fry's Electronics store and found a shadetree to shelter my bike in the middle of the parking lot, with cars all around it. I had my Roadmate 300 bolted to the fueltank on it's 2 support brackets and covered it with my helmet - - - a 5 yr old all white Shoei RF-800 that's showing it's age.
I was in the store for what I thought was about 50 minutes, reading the box labels and talking with the great bunch of techie geeks that work there about some computer issues I had. I scored a new 4GB Patriot flashdrive for $50, the last one they had. After hasseles with waiting for the rebate slip, I went out to my bike.
The Sun was now shining on the bike's seat, so I guess it was longer than 50 minutes. The helmet was still covering the the GPS . . . . . BUT . . . . . the key was still in the ignition !!
I almost collapsed right there. You can't imagine how that feels. Bike, helmet & GPS could have quietly disappeared without a trace.
Living in the Bible belt in the red state of Georgia sure has it's bennies.
I was in the store for what I thought was about 50 minutes, reading the box labels and talking with the great bunch of techie geeks that work there about some computer issues I had. I scored a new 4GB Patriot flashdrive for $50, the last one they had. After hasseles with waiting for the rebate slip, I went out to my bike.
The Sun was now shining on the bike's seat, so I guess it was longer than 50 minutes. The helmet was still covering the the GPS . . . . . BUT . . . . . the key was still in the ignition !!
I almost collapsed right there. You can't imagine how that feels. Bike, helmet & GPS could have quietly disappeared without a trace.
Living in the Bible belt in the red state of Georgia sure has it's bennies.
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....not just thieves. 