Topic: What Did You Do On Your Bike and Survive.??

[ekpent]

Jeesuz Jerry. Is that your Harley upside down UNDER that trucks front end?? That's a gruesome scenario. Must have an angel on your shoulder 

[Jerry Rxman Griffin aka MuthaF'er]

Yeah, that was my first Fat Boy. We both took such a good hit I bought a replacement  The angel was my daughter who was 5 at the time. I was laying unconscious and my little angel came to me (she was at home) and said to me "wake up daddy"and I did at that moment!

[Don R]

You all got me beat, However my brother could possibly top most of the storys here. He got wrecked in japan by a dump truck and a wall.

[weekend_junkie]

I once rode for 9 straight days with my wife on the back seat... and survived.

*A little something to lighten the mood*

[Gordon]

I once rode for 9 straight days with my wife on the back seat... and survived.

*A little something to lighten the mood*

You survived, but did the marriage? 

[scunny]

yep, been thrown a few times. this ones the result of arriving at the apex of a corner and deciding that I wasn't going to make it at that speed. there was a side road just ahead so I aimed for that, sadly there was a large ditch between me and safety. flew for bloody ages it seemed, bruised and battered but no breaks. here's my baby when I got it home

[Really?]

I don't have an pictures Too long ago and we rarely had a camera.

1. Sideswiped a limo. 
2. Tank slapper at about 80, off of it about 70.
3. Ran my dads 1100 Special into the back of my 400-4 and pushed it into the back of a car.
4. Lost the back end around a corner two times on Laurel Canyon Blvd and another time in front of my house.
5. Showing off, locked the back tire up on my 400-4 to slide sideways.  I left the kickstand down.  Bike landed on my foot and broke it.
6. Can't remember, there are some more.

Last time I went down I was about 17.  Almost 47 and I am still riding. 

[Don R]

I rode through a 1/4 mile long 1 lane each side subway the wrong direction. Not sure why. 4AM no one came in the other end. STUUUUPID.

[WhyNot2]

Back when I was young, little honda 250 i think, the foot pegs were solid (did not fold up), showing off to some girls on the school bus, gunned it, realize this was my exit, leaned too far.

Like hitting ice, caught the crack of my but ion the curb, then here comes the bike to do some more damage.

Was 17 I think, 197tttttyyyyyyy.......mid 70's.

[Duke McDukiedook]

I rode through a 1/4 mile long 1 lane each side subway the wrong direction. Not sure why. 4AM no one came in the other end. STUUUUPID.

You said SUBWAY, correct?!?!?

[curemode2002]

I was riding up a local canyon on my first bike (Honda CX500), and I hit a road apple left by some ranchers horse. Bike went wide straight towards the creek in the canyon, I hit the pavement at 45 tore up my jacket, left glove and helmet pretty good. Messed up my left knee pretty good and cracked 4 ribs (I can still give you about 3hours warning on a storm coming to this day). The Bike ended up better than me it went down in some gravel on the side of the road. I was 17 I think been riding since 34 now hopefully no more bad news. And I ALWAYS wear my helmet and kevlar gloves!

[Cuts Crooked]

1978, I was working as a farm hand in southern Iowa, had a 72 triumph 650 Tiger that had been rebuilt with 750 upper end, 6" over front forks, raked, shorty ape hangers, TT pipes, king/queen seat.

Hauling a$$ across a field and came to a terrace I didn't know about...went flying....right over a John Deer 4020 parked on the lower side of the terrace. Went between the cab and the exhaust stack, hit the grass on the other side and went all over the place...but kept it upright...never have figured out how! Crotch hurt like hell and later my nads looked like a pair of purple grape fruit!

[Tews19]

1978, I was working as a farm hand in southern Iowa, had a 72 triumph 650 Tiger that had been rebuilt with 750 upper end, 6" over front forks, raked, shorty ape hangers, TT pipes, king/queen seat.

Hauling a$$ across a field and came to a terrace I didn't know about...went flying....right over a John Deer 4020 parked on the lower side of the terrace. Went between the cab and the exhaust stack, hit the grass on the other side and went all over the place...but kept it upright...never have figured out how! Crotch hurt like hell and later my nads looked like a pair of purple grape fruit!

That one made me laugh out loud...

[Danno]

actually tews we never told our father about the crash for many years (we were not supposed to be racing)

 by the time we got home the pain in my brothers shoulder was good enough that he did not feel he needed to go to the doctor

 it was not until years later when the truth about some of the stupid things we did as kids started coming out to our parents

I was the oldest child and so had to always be the responsible one so there was not too much dirt that my brothers and sisters could dig up on me

my brother on the other hand had 24 accidents before his 18th birthday many of which I and my friend who owned a body shop covered for

[70CB750]

With my wife we went camping, fully loaded CBX 750 and roads full of traffic.  I was riding this Honda few month only, upgraded from CZ250 (two strokes, drum brakes, just a small thing)  I knew I had to take it easy and I did, but there was a stopped line of cars and in the pinch I reacted the CZ way - both brakes, full force.

Well, the Honda was disc brakes - double in front I think, not sure now - and the back skid from under me like on ice and the next thing I know we are skidding down the middle line, Honda on the left cover in front of us, sparks from the foot peg flying,  I am on my left cheek, my wife on top of me and we are riding it out from 50 mph or so passing the line of cars on the right.

LOL,  only jeans and jackets, it was hot,  I grounded the tip of my korkoran boot, plus we had burns and scratches on knees and elbows.  We got back on, went to ER, got cleaned - brushing surface scratches hurts like hell, let me tell you - and continued to our camp destination.   Did you ever tried to get in a small tent with scratched knees and elbows?  Or to have sex like that?  It was afterall a good vacation and we made it without a real damage, still a trip  to remember:)

My wife had a heart shaped scar on her knee for few years to show 

[tortelvis]

Age 8, threw my dad's Cushman Eagle down the road, two black eyes and lots of rash (no helmet). Age 16 on my dad's Black Bomber, I changed lanes without looking and scraped the entire right side of a '65 Galaxie. Ended up with the left bar stuck on the guy's hood; luckily he kept on going until I yanked it free, had a broken left foot, never went down. Had an ancient geezer do the classic; pulled out in front of my CB550 from a side road and STOPPED, blocking both lanes! T bone and triple somersault over the hood. More broken toes, bruises, no rash, full leathers. The BIG one: had a guy in an SUV pull a U turn 6 feet in front of me. Never even had time to say "OH SH...". Woke up in an ambulance on the way to Oddstock hospital in Salisbury, UK. I got to know this place REAL well. Hell, I spent so much time there that I was on a 1st name basis with most of the staff. Three bone grafts, phisiotherapy, hydrothereapy, 2 and a half years off work. At least my XJ600 totalled the SUV! Nine months later had a British Postman come out of a one way street the wrong way on a bicycle. I laid my Z1000 down and put out my left wrsit to save the bike. The same left wrist that I had spent 2 and a half years getting over. Down to Poole hospital and start all over again. If it's true that chicks dig scars then i must be a chick magnet!

[ekpent]

Tortelvis it sounds like you have more broken bones the Evil Knevil.    Be careful out there.  Bet your insurance man hate you 

[bikerbart]

After work one night,I was a cook for a while,about 2 a.m. riding home through a a bunch of rural dark back roads on my Cb700 Nighthawk S when I decided to take a road I haven't taken in 20 yrs.Was a great short cut back then.laying on the bike doing about 60mph when the road just stopped,no signs,nothing,I fly off into the woods about 35-40ft down an embankment into the trees in pitch black.trashed the front headlight and turn signals,tweaked it a bit and I was a bit bruised of course,but I managed to stand the bike up and push /ride it out and back home holding the headlight with one hand and riding with the other.Good thing I had those beers before I left,I bounced around without much pain.

[Terry in Australia]

I was riding to work one morning on the notorious "Western Ring Road" (one of the worst designed freeways in the free world) on my BMW R100RS. An electrician's van was about 1/4 of a mile ahead of me travelling at 60 MPH when an aluminum ladder came off the roof of his van and flew/slid straight at me, at right angles to my direction of travel.

There were cars either side of me so all I could do was hit it and (hopefully) stay on the bike. God was obviously looking out for me, because I went over it and didn't fall off, but pulled over into the emergency lane until my heart-rate dropped back to something close to normal.

The car behind me didn't fare as well, the ladder bounced up and smashed into the hood and windscreen, and the last thing I remember is him chasing the electricians van out of sight..........  

[70CB750]

I once rode for 9 straight days with my wife on the back seat... and survived.
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*A little something to lighten the mood*

LOL. I took my 1 month pregnant wife to Paris on bike. She had to eat three times a hour and pee four times an hour.  That was quite an adventure

[greenjeans]

When I was 12 or 13, me and a bunch of neighborhood kids, inspired by Evel Knevel, built a rickety ramp out of scrap lumber in a vacant lot that had an old VW bug sitting on the ground.  The ramp was just high enough to clear the bug.  After we were done, nobody actually wanted to jump the thing.  Afterall, the ramp was as tall as most of us and was not what I would ever call sturdy.

So.... we drew straws.  Mine was shortest.    I came barreling down the hill as fast as I could and still make the turn into the lot.  I hit the ramp, which leaned violently and almost collapsed, and somehow made it over the VW. .  If it had been one of the bigger kids, it would have been a disaster.   Landing was less than perfect, I got bucked off but managed to survive with only a skinned knee and elbow.

After that, even the older kids in the neighborhood would let us play football etc with them.

No helmet.   What the heck was I thinking ?   Oh well, I guess I'd rather be lucky than good.

The novelty of being a neighborhood hero quickly came crashing to an end when my parents found out what I had done.   My dad made me take down the ramp and clean that lot before grounding me.

[Don R]

I rode through a 1/4 mile long 1 lane each side subway the wrong direction. Not sure why. 4AM no one came in the other end. STUUUUPID.

You said SUBWAY, correct?!?!?

I exaggerated, it was probably closer to 5 am. Yes, it was a subway under a railroad switchyards.

[bikerbart]

show us the scars,ya pansies.

[Grnrngr]

  My first unintentional dismount was from my bicycle..I was about 11. Riding up to the front of the local grocery store, there was a slight rise from the parking lot, and I did a righteous wheelie, only to see my front wheel come off and roll away. Instantly knew it wasn't a good thing and a split second later, face planted the cement right in front of the entry doors. Didn't break anything, but it was a bit embarassing, grabbed my wheel, stuck it back on, and went home without going in the store.
  First time I came off on the street, it was a beautiful late summer in the Sacramento Valley. Early one morning, after one of those intense personal internal lightshow sort of events the evening before, decided an early morning ride just seemed like the right thing to do. I seem to recall it being like 6 or 7 on a Sunday morning..no traffic to speak of. I'd had a friends 75? Kawa 250 enduro for a while but since I was using it around town, and had street tires on it. Rode the freeway from Sacramento to Placerville, then headed up towards Georgetown/Sutters Mill, it's a kind of the lower fingers of the foothills area, lots of easy S curves as the road goes over the ridges, and places where you can see well ahead. I'm doing about 30, shift from the right lean into the left as I come around the curve and I can see the next couple curves, and the road has this ever so slight dew layer...beautiful, looked like a polished marble countertop. I got excited, gave it a little more gas, leaned from left into the right and it slid right out from under me, next thing I know I'm sitting on my wallet balancing to keep the other cheek from hitting the ground, sliding off the road and into the ditch and dirt bank. The bike's screaming wide open about 30 ft away, ran over and killed it, looked around, a little abrasion on the side of the foot peg, a hole in my back pocket, a burn spot on my wallet and a lot of mud on my boots. I'd like to think I'm a little more cautious in the corners these days but ya just never know what's gonna be around the next corner..
 

[cben750f0]

followed a guy with a trailer load of cut wood, which wasn't tied down, went into a long left corner, doing about 90kmh, with heaps of distance between us ( his load wasn't tied down remember), looking through the corner, when i see a 30kg piece of red gum (ozzy hard wood) coming back at me. well when you are cranked over into a corner, your options are a little limited, so tried to plug into the corner tighter, but it seemed to follow me (worst bounce in the world).

i was riding my new vtr1000f, and hit us between the headlight and the front wheel, that part didnt hurt, bike wood and rider, go flying off a 5m drop...at roughly 80kmh.... that bit didnt hurt

THE FUGGEN LANDING HURT LIKE A #$%*.... for a split second..... everything comes to a halt, and im laying in the grass looking up at the clouds, and do a mental check, arms, check, neck check, legs..... legs...FUGGEN LEGS!!! NOT CHECK..... cant feeling or move anything from my naval down, not even the old fella.!!!!... that was super distressing.

long story short, i got a free helicopter flight, ( which was awesome, ever been in a helicopter), 12 months in a wheel chair, and another 6 months on crutches..... broken lower lumbar vertebra, and an unusual vertical fracture of the sacrum, with retrograde spinal cord swelling. The swelling is what caused the paraplegia, and after the medics gave me a megadose of cortizon(corticosteroids), the swelling reduced, taking the pressure off the cord, but i still needed to learn to get mobile again.

to this day the bloke with the trailer doesn't know what had happened, and thanks to the farmer who came to my aid.

peace



( oh and it made me go back to uni @ 32 and become a chiropractor...so who says things dont happen for a reason =)