What was the shittiest bike you ever owned?

I don't think I've ever had a bike that I would say was shit.

I had an RD200 which had been restored. Looked lovely, but the barrels and heads had been plastic coated in black. That kept the heat in a treat, to the point that it would heat sieze after exactly 7 miles without fail.
The solid front brake disc and wooden pads made for no brakes in the rain causing many hilarious moments at roundabouts and traffic lights.

I guess after all that shitting in plastic bags you have to treat yourself?

Kawasaki GPZ750 ......1983 model....not a pile of shite but alongside other bikes I’ve owned this was the “worst”....but ok for its time. I really wanted the GPZ900 but couldn’t afford one, this came up in the small ads (it was the 80’s!), old guy from Colchester owned it....”yeah mate, solid bike....nevva given me any bovva”....didn’t give me any bother until I had to get it re-bored!...

Twin or single? They did both. The twin was a much better bike. Toured Southern Irelend on one two up with my girlfriend when were poor students! Happy days.

Twin. It honestly wasn't very good.

Once owned a GT500 Suzuki. That should have been enough but my stupidity knows no bounds. Car pulled out on me and it got written off, mainly cosmetic damage but you wouldn't know the piece of shit that it was. So what did I do, only went & bought it off the insurance company and turned it into a proddy racer. Told you I was stupid. Not exactly competitive in a field full of RD400's and the occasional KH500. Most memorable moment was the old Snetterton circuit, back then Corams was wide open and never ending before the chicane went in. Speed through this very quick corner was dictated by the bravery through the bombhole which upset suspension. On that crate I needed a safety roll through the dip. Then one lap I decided it was a pussy's move so kept it pinned. Now, the GT500 has a long spindly swinging arm made of plastic. The bump at the bomb hole set off a weave and as the corner unrolled the weave got progessively worse and every shake of the bars had me heading towards the outside of the corner till my front wheel was nibbling the grass. As I was still fighting to stay on, I saw a flurry of movement in my peripheral vision and yellow flags. Through my mind went the words "fuck you, I'm still on this, you bastards" Hung on somehow and made it through, went back to rolling through the bombhole after that. On the slowdown lap the marshals at Corams were standing at the side of the track clapping & giving the thumbs up. I bought an RD400 shortly after that.