Two college buddies were avid riders. One had a BSA Golden Flash, the other a Vincent 1000. They were riding together from London to Edinburgh, in the pre-motorway days, and saw a guy hitch-hiking. They stopped and said "If you don't mind riding on a bike you're welcome to tag along." He got on the back of the Vincent.
After a fairly long session at speeds above 90 mph, they came to a pretty stiff climb. The guy on the BSA was about 50 yards behind the Vincent as they slowed on the grade. Down at about 35 mph, he was amazed to see the back-seater on the Vincent stand up on the pegs and step off. He rolled into the ditch at the side of the road, very surprised, but not seriously hurt.
When my friends asked why he did it, he said they seemed to be going so slowly, he was getting off to help push.
After a fairly long session at speeds above 90 mph, they came to a pretty stiff climb. The guy on the BSA was about 50 yards behind the Vincent as they slowed on the grade. Down at about 35 mph, he was amazed to see the back-seater on the Vincent stand up on the pegs and step off. He rolled into the ditch at the side of the road, very surprised, but not seriously hurt.
When my friends asked why he did it, he said they seemed to be going so slowly, he was getting off to help push.