"Funnest wheelie I ever saw was a bike courier in Mtl. It was night and there was a huge building fire downtown. I was cowering on the other side of the street with a bunch of other gawkers. The courier comes whipping down the street, suddenly sees the fire, sees the crowd, then wheelies between us, silhouetted against the flames like some whacked out 80's video. That would just never happen here in Vancouver. Boringville."
Wow. That was definitely one of those "you had to be there" moments. It sounds memorable! The closest I saw to something like that was in San Francisco many years ago. I was listening to these harleys revving like crazy and apparently doing burnouts around the corner, but couldn't see them for all the buildings downtown. All of a sudden one of them comes roaring by on the back wheel w/ the pipes open, and the guy kept it up the entire block. I'd always dissed those bikes as being overweight pigs, but that taught me the old canard that there's no substitute for cubic inches. Even if pretty much every sport bike around could smoke it, nothing else on earth sounds or looks like a loud harley pulling a massive wheelie.
Wow. That was definitely one of those "you had to be there" moments. It sounds memorable! The closest I saw to something like that was in San Francisco many years ago. I was listening to these harleys revving like crazy and apparently doing burnouts around the corner, but couldn't see them for all the buildings downtown. All of a sudden one of them comes roaring by on the back wheel w/ the pipes open, and the guy kept it up the entire block. I'd always dissed those bikes as being overweight pigs, but that taught me the old canard that there's no substitute for cubic inches. Even if pretty much every sport bike around could smoke it, nothing else on earth sounds or looks like a loud harley pulling a massive wheelie.