So last rode the bike on 24th, and managed to lose my new iPhone 6S AND my wallet out of my pocket on the M1. Just went to garage to clean the bike, and removed a massive screw from the rear tyre. New one on order. 
Whatās your shittiest trip?
Flipping my bike and realising all the crash bungs and engine casings didnāt save diddly squat has got to rank up there somewhere .
Was out with a mate of mine summer last year and he lost his wallet aswellā¦oh and a mate manage to lose his phone and run it over a number of times whilst roundabout surfing couple of years backā¦
Sliding my bike down the road when I was only shooting to the shops to pick up my dinner!! That was an expensive take outā¦
Had a CBT before Christmas where it was pishing it down, I got a puncture and had to pillion the student back, before borrowing a bike and setting out into the rain. Then my radio went. Just everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. I got finished at 7 having been at work since 8, then had to wait on the recovery truck. By the time I was recovered, bike dropped at the OMC, and then Stuart at home, it was 11pm.Ā
Going to France on good Friday a couple of years back, got to the check in for the ferry only to find they had gone on strike. While we were all hanging around waiting to find out what was going on another biker there pointed out a fecking huge screw in my rear tyre. The seemed to be holding pressure so I pootled round trying to get a crossing sorted to get at least in to France to get the tyre sorted, but nope not a hope in hell without paying huge amounts of money. Finally managed to get a crossing booked for the next day only for the heavens to open massively. Luckily I know a few people in that area so managed to get a bed for the night. Up early the next morning managed to get the tyre replaced and get to the ferry just in time. However I was due at a party that evening so motored down arrived straight at the party drenched once again. Finished off the day by getting plastered and sleeping on the floor of the village hall they were having the party in 
Quit a few years ago, I was pillion with the then bf heading down to Cornwall to meet his dad for the first time. Somewhere along the m5, the zip on my rucksack came open and I lost my phone and really quite expensive Oakley sunglasses. Luckily, my wallet was in my jacket pocket, so I didnāt lose everything.
The next morning at his dadās, I was woken up by a swearing, extremely pāed off bf as his cbr that heād only had for a few weeks had been nicked from outside of the house. A bit of a pain, as we were supposed to be heading on to see my relatives, but at least he had recovery and was fully insured, right?
Umm, noā¦
After much bullshitting and trying to avoid my questions, it turned out that he wasnāt actually insured. So my loving bf had knowingly put me at risk by being totally illegal. But that wasnāt the worst of it - he wasnāt insured because he had bought the bike cheap as it had been āstolenā as part of an insurance scam!!! What a - insert suitable swear words here. Thatās got to be about the worst way of finding out about someoneās true character and the worst bike trip Iāve ever had.
Did you end it with him Janey? Some ladies like bad boysā¦
I did. Eventually. Once I realised that him being a complete tosser wasnāt actually the same as being āexcitingā 
Lol
Worst ride so far was a nail in rear tyre which i had to fix asap. I know, nothing really tragicā¦
Haā¦ Seems we all have shit luck sometimes eh? Iāve had worse, like last year crashing during the race an Anglesey, getting knocked out and air ambulancedā¦ And realising I couldnāt drive the van back!
Incidentally, had a stroke of luck, local shop (Moores Motorcycles, Apsley) did a repair in an hour yesterday instead of selling me the new tyre Iād asked for, so the Blade is back on the road for tomorrowās (probably soggy) commute. Happy days!
Not as bad as some of the stories on here but a few years ago I was on a ride out in Kent. It was towards the end of the Autumn and probably going to be my last ride of the year. Just before the lunch stop IĀ was behind the leader and having a blast, remembering why IĀ do this and getting all giddy about biking in general. We pulled into Hās cafĆ© for lunch and afterwards we were all raring to get back on the road, me in particular. IĀ got kitted up and was about to set off when a biker who just pulled up next to me advised that my rear tyre was flat.
Turns out on the way into the cafĆ© I rode over a nail attached to a plastic clip (one for holding cables to skirting). Thankfully there was a Honda Dealer next to the cafĆ© who said they could look at the tyre. So everyone elseĀ rode off into the distance covered byĀ blazing sunshine and IĀ waited for them to get a look at the bike. āNo worries,ā I thought. Iāll be out of here in 15 minutes and can catch the others up. Iām all set.
So 2 hours went by sitting in the hot sun in leathersĀ and they finally got a look at it. Turns out the tyre was cactus due to where it had been punctured, however,Ā they had a new one they could fit and the price was fine considering my predicament. So they sorted that out and in another 45 minutes IĀ was back on the road. However, in the time that had elapsedĀ the weatherĀ had changed and so IĀ spent the next hour and a half riding home in the rain in my one piece waterproof over suit. Well the day started well IĀ suppose.
Ooh weāve had a few. Top 3ā¦
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Burning a hole in the back of my pannier as I hadnāt quite fixed them on properly after lunch. Realised at the top of a mountain in the Pyrenees. Thank god for ductape!
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Throwing a hire bike down the road (wet corner - stupid Claire) whilst my bike was going through an insurance claim!
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Almost missing the Eurostar on our German tour. Bike was packed, cleaned and ready night before - so in infinite wisdom decided to turn her on ājust to checkā. All fine. Next morning, get ready to go, turn her onā¦ Wonāt fire. Who knew Hondaās have a tendency to flood. Queue RAC, much delay and faff, late crossing in to Europeā¦ And then the heavens opened. Jay was basically on slicks as someone had vandalised the GS so he had to go on the RSV4. Needless to say we had to change our hotels on the road as at 6pm werenāt even half way to our destination! That was a BAD days riding.
have you bought those givi panniers yet?
I once lost my alarm fob after putting it in a hoodie pocket instead of round my neck and it subsequently blew out the pocket at speed.Ā We stopped at a roundabout for some fun, MILESĀ from home, turn off the ignition,Ā alarm arms and at that exact moment I realise Iāve lost the fob, so the bike is immobilized. Doh. Had to wait for hours for recovery to come and collect me, then we ripped the alarm out the next day!
@me_groovy nopeā¦got a house to buy first 
But thoughts are turning quickly to where we will tour this yearā¦