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Post by wotavidone on Dec 24, 2006 5:12:07 GMT -5
Well, The one where I broke my leg, and very nearly my neck as well, has been detailed elsewhere. Come to think of it, most of my accidents happened on my little hotted up suzi. It was great for doing nice little 40 mph bandstands on the beach, which is where I had one that coulda been serious but was quite funny. So the spectators said. I was cruising along on the back wheel at 40 mph or so when the seat fell off. Shortly after, I fell off. The lessons learned? 1) Always do up your seat bolts real tight. 2) Beach sand is an amazingly effective abrasive. 30 years later I can still find the scars if I look for them. The other pearler happened to my suzi while someone else was riding it. The situation, a MID-AIR! collision when two bikes jumped the same hill from opposite directions. Lesson learned - 1) never lend your bike to anyone 2) brakes do not work in the air, no matter how hard you stand on them. It was bloody funny watching them prod the brake pedals and squeeze the handles, all to no avail. All good war stories here please. Preferrably funny ones. Arrests too. If you come up with some good ones, maybe I'll give you the full story of the day Bear got arrested at 7:00 am, by a shotgun waving copper wearing his seargent's jacket over his pyjamas with the little elephants on them. Mick
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Post by canucksr on Dec 24, 2006 15:08:24 GMT -5
I crashed a Suzuki as well...twice. I had a 1979 Suzuki GS1000 that I dumped once trying to avoid running down a cat. Since then I don't change my line for small animals. I dumped it right in front of my house too. I went to work one day and while I was gone the roads department layed gravel on the suface of the road on top of a light layer of tar. I came screaming around the corner like I do every day and put the big Suzuki on its side. Ouch! I crashed my SR500 once. I was travelling down a congested road when the lady in front of me slammed on her brakes and yup...into the left-rear quarter panel I went. She said she was looking for a specific address. I limped home and repaired the bike that night.
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Post by tradrockrat on Dec 26, 2006 16:51:13 GMT -5
lesson learned: Ice is slippery Comming home in the middle of a Maryland winter I was in a hurry to get inside and warm. I took a turn a little fast and hit a small 4 inch ribbon of black ice from where there had been a small stream of snow melt two hours before. Luckily I was in my winter body suit and didn't get a scratch. Handlebars were toast as well as my brand new windshield for winter riding...
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Post by milkman on Dec 26, 2006 18:35:51 GMT -5
Luckily my best ones have been offroad, The one I'm most proud of was when I was 12 and me and my cousin were racing around a paddock on our CT110 ie postei bikes.
The finsih line was down a small hill. I wondered why he backed off while in the lead, I gunned it down teh hill and beat him on the line, turning to face him, celebrating my victory. I then realised he had slowed because the finsihing line was 20metres from the four strands of barbed wire.
I saw myself getting shredded and decided to skid out, envisgaing the leg crush as better than the eye removal.
Much to my surprise I executed a perfect lay down, the engine case protected my gumboot clad leg, and somehow the foot peg didn't snag on the bottom strand and I slid between the two posts, three quaters of the way under the fence....
I though I was a stuntman, couldn't come close to doing that again if I tried.
Learnt plenty of lessons from that one.....
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Post by fenz on Dec 27, 2006 4:21:40 GMT -5
One of my worst get offs was offroad on a honda xr600.I had just recovered enough from a crushed foot that happened on a postie bike (wont go into that one) Anyway the foot had healed enough to be able to start the xr so out into the forest i went.
Comming up a pine break flat out in 4th gear on the back wheel i crested a nice little rise to discover a fully grown pine tree laying across the track.
By the time i hit the brakes and got the front wheel down i was on top of the tree.
I was thrown into the air and travelled about 30ft before crashing back to earth on my right sholder to then be cleaned up by the xr as it followed me over the tree.
End result broken coller bone and a very bent xr600.It was a damm long walk home.
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