When I was 17 I used to pump gas at this station that had 3 bays with a row of pumps around 20' feet in front of the bays.
One summer evening me & 3 other guy's were hanging out in the end bay, which was directly across from the pumps
One of the guy's had a 1967 Kawasaki 250, his baby of course and I asked him if I could ride it around the station & he said ok (huge mistake)
Anyway I start it & give it like 3 revs and released the clutch (I never rode that bike before
) and instantly the wheel goes up & I take off across the lot at around 30 mph & by the time I dropped the wheel I was like 3 feet in front of pump #4, and you can probably guess the rest.
I ate the pump and almost destroyed the bike.
So, I hit the ground, rolled around a little, got up & watched this cop car pull into the station.
He says something like are you ok & I say something like l've felt better.
He brings me to the hospital and they have to remove some glass from my arm & I got a few stiches
I was very lucky but I destroyed the pump, got fired & ended up paying the guy $300 for repair to his bike.
That was memorable
This was the bike
Cool right?