These last two posts reminded me of one of the funniest things I ever saw on a motorcycle. A long time ago, I was probably 22 or so, was out with a guy I'd been riding with for a few days. We'd met at a truck stop someplace out west and just pounded miles together for a few days.
One night we stopped at a wide spot with a clean field and threw down some blankets. This guy was a little nutty that something or somone would happen to his bike while he was asleep. So he tied a string from the bike to his big toe.
We had enough money for quite some several beers and perhaps other embellishments that night. Sometime during the middle of the night something startled this guy and he jumps up out of a sound sleep jumps on his bike and roars off screaming something about Indians. Just a little bit down the hill this string gets caught up in the chain or sprocket and nearly yanks the guy's toe off. He and the bike crash, his big toe is pointed at like 90 degrees to the rest of his foot, and he's sitting there wrapped up in this old beat up bike and stupid looking poncho still screaming to watch out for the Indians while he's holding his toe and rocking back and forth in the dirt.