Crashes That You Walked Away From.

[NC]

Ok, kiddies.

Share story time.

My last crash was 2 years ago on the Morning of ANZAC day. First corner as you go onto the Bethals Beach RD turn off. I was doing 125kms into a 25kms corner. (Some wowser removed the sign) and I paniced and locked the rear wheel up and hit a metal and dirt gutter and highsided the bike over a almost vertical bank ( it went a long way down). I flipped over the front of the bike landing on my feet in the bushes holding onto a branch so I wouldn't fall down the bank and the bike landed about 5m away from me.

The bike was sweet, just a few tassles of foliage. And I strained my back pulling the bike out. My mate who was following me lowsided his bike and fuct it. He dropped it watching me attempting to be a stunt gurl. :blink:

[Cajun]

i been pretty good, nothing major, just one low slide, leaving my old work, early one morning, no damange really, and then i scooter thru me off when i was like 16 doing a paper run, leg in case for 1 week they not sure if i had broken my ankle but i did not and was all good week later, scootor no damage.

I been pretty luck really, espically amount of milage i have done, with no really accidents, (touch wood)

[Motoracer]

LOL WAY too many to list... Worst one was when I was 16 or 17, on ZXR 400, first ever road blast with some fast guys.

Had something to prove since my ego was boosted by some compliments. Following a GSXR1000 through the twisties, I said "fuk it, if he can do it, so can I". Followed him through the corners and then continued following him into a ditch when he went in too hot and crashed infront of me.

I was already a knee out kinda rider then but only problem was I had jeans on. Ended up digging a hole on the centre of my knee and cracked the knee cap. Doc told me, I was close to tearing the ligaments but some how I didn't.

I Don't go out riding with out wearing protection anymore.

Edit: LOL, I didn't walk away from that actually so maybe it's a bad example but that's my worst one so far anyway...

[Magua]

I lowsided at a roundabout afterschool a couple of months ago with shorts on. I got up and sat on the curb for a while before parking my bike at a friends around the corner and getting a lift home. Not so nice scar on my knee now, it's still all discoloured after all these months.

[FROSTY]

Well Its arguable -clearly the crash that buggered my shoulder was the worst
but as far as ego destroying the worst has to be crashing a c90 scooter
YEA YEA LAUGH AWAY - I was being towed home so I could get the stupid thing going for my then girlfreind. The guy driving the tow car had the bright idea to scare the shit outa ol frosty
he put his foot down on the main road of glen eden.
Li secret with these modern towropes--theyre like bloody rubber bands.
he went vroom --towrope went sproing and the bike shot forwards at a decent rate of knots.--I let go of the towrope but it stayed in place long enough to tug the bike sideways and we ended up in a messy heap on the wrong side of the road.
For the record -that bitumix stuff roads are made of--it aint smooth --and it takes months for it all to rise to the surface of ya skin when its propperly driven in

[Blakamin]

Slid on tram-tracks in melbourne, into a car that decided to u-turn in front of me.hit the car doing about 50ks. a bit of damage to the old kwaka Z9 but at least I walked away. woulda stopped in time if it wasnt raining. wrecked brand new jeans tho :bye: got up, took off helmet and hit back door with it. (i hit front door and the bike, bike hit front wheel/guard)

[Joni]

Dropped my CBR, popped my shoulder out, tore a few tendons... besides that I have been pretty lucky!

[duckman]

*TOUCHING WOOD** I haven't had a crash on the road .. yet ... But I've had a couple of great ones on the track.

1st one was at Pukekohe trying to go around the outside of a rider on the "left right" after jenian homes sweeper.... Straight off the track and into the tyres - Ouchy

2nd one was at Manfield, cocked up a corner and ended up doing some cross country for aaaaaaaaages before I gave up and grabbed some front brake.

[White trash]

Walked from heaps. Stretchered from one.

'Nuff said.

[Motoracer]

Didn't know you were a veteran on the track Duckman. What bikes were you on?

[dhunt]

Well I'm not sure If you call walking to the amulance and finding out at the hospital you have a broken ankle walking away from a bin but ...

David

[jrandom]

Followed him through the corners and then continued following him into a ditch when he went in too hot and crashed infront of me.

I was already a knee out kinda rider then but only problem was I had jeans on. Ended up digging a hole on the centre of my knee and cracked the knee cap. Doc told me, I was close to tearing the ligaments but some how I didn't.

And you have the balls to tell ME off for filtering!

[jrandom]

Oh yeah, I've fallen off, said some naughty words and climbed back on thrice in the last couple of years. Nothing over 70kph or otherwise worth mentioning.

[jrandom]

I was doing 125kms into a 25kms corner.

Bethells is a great road, but you don't want to go too fast when you don't have it memorised! Haven't ridden down there for a while, but I can't think of many corners that'd be doable over 100kph. And I probably wouldn't even go *that* fast. I just can't get into the spirit of going hard-out around something I can't see the other side of. Visions of broken-down panel vans and unexpected cowpats abound.

[Motoracer]

And you have the balls to tell ME off for filtering!

Hey! I never said I was right. According to my opinion, lane splitting at high speeds is more dangerous than the blasting the twisties crap but what do I know...

Actually if I said that stuff to you again, I'd be a hypocrite... Maybe you are a bad influence on me LOL

[jrandom]

Hey! I never said I was right. According to my opinion, lane splitting at high speeds is more dangerous than the blasting the twisties crap but what do I know...

It's all dangerous when you screw up, innit. Blasting the twisties is less reliant on cage drivers not randomly turning you into a mince 'n' aluminium sandwich, but then IMHO it's difficult to get a good blast on the back roads without having quite a bit of trust in what you can't see around blind corners. I'm more of a 'smooth pootling' type on the open road. But then, you ride to the conditions, right? Just like I do in the traffic.



Maybe you are a bad influence on me LOL

:devil2:

[Motoracer]

It's all dangerous when you screw up, innit. Blasting the twisties is less reliant on cage drivers not randomly turning you into a mince 'n' aluminium sandwich, but then IMHO it's difficult to get a good blast on the back roads without having quite a bit of trust in what you can't see around blind corners. I'm more of a 'smooth pootling' type on the open road. But then, you ride to the conditions, right? Just like I do in the traffic.

Well put, I completely agree.

[wari]

THe other day ...

I PUshed my bike outhe gararge ...

putte the brake on wholst making a slight left veere ...

momentum ment the bike was going away from me ...

I COuldnt holder uppe and she flipped me overr the seat ..

I didda summersalte and landid on my .... head :spudwave:

NO Damadge ... I'm ok thanks ... :sunny:

I Love bike stories ... :)

[rodgerd]

Ambling around Island Bay, wife's first time as a pillion. As we're coming up past the surf club and into the blind corner that leaves the bay, a Legacy Turbo wagon begins pulling out.

I think, "hmm, he's going to pull out in front of me", start slowing down, weave out wide in the lane so I'm easy to see and can dodge around him if needs be.

Silly fucker does a U-turn. On a blind bend.

Brake hard, bike hits his front tyre (knackers the steering), does a 540 degree roll sideways. Wife and I somersault over the bonnet and both land on our back/neck area on the road. I get a clear view of what a Legacy looks like upside down. My knee and boot tattoo a row of dents into the car as I go over, leaving silver paint embedded in the boot.

Bike loses a few minor bits (mirrors, indicators, engine cover, front mudguard), but is generally in good nick, considering.

Happily I was in full gear (including armoured leggings), so instead of broken toes and knee from the car, I had not so much as a bruise. Helmet was a write off.

Maire faired a bit worse, since she didn't have padded trousers, and had bruising on her hips and backside that left her walking gingerly for a few days thereafter. Her helmet was a write off, but it hasn't put her off riding.

Car driver got charged with careless driving, "didn't see me", but was at least apologetic. Ambulence staff had never seen knee armour before and were quite interested in it.

Had a few offs riding trail bikes (3 in 9 years), and was bloody lucky considering I never wore so much as a helmet during that time.

[toads]

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Maire faired a bit worse, since she didn't have padded trousers, and had bruising on her hips and backside that left her walking gingerly for a few days thereafter. Her helmet was a write off, but it hasn't put her off riding

what an Amazing woman!, I've binned once on the kaimai's taking a corner too fast and trying to avoid going underneath a big truck and trailer unit, ended up on the wrong side of the road, just inches from a huge drop into oblivion, bike landed shortly afterwards ontop of me, I was 3mths pregnant at the time, me my bike and the baby were all ok, just bruised and pissed off, wrecked my jacket, and the bars got bent on the bike, but considering what would have happened if I'd gone over the bank, well.....

[Hitcher]

What I remember most is that it REALLY HURTS when you break the fall of 225kg of Kawasaki at 70kmh...

We're both all better again, thanks for asking.

[Kickaha]

Several,the worst being bike vs van which totalled my BMW R75/7 and left me hobbling for a week.

First guy to stack a bike on a local Ducati club ride,lucky it wasn't mine,it was my brothers 6 month old 1992 750SS,also crashed his 600 Pantah at Ruapuna

Put my GT550 Suzuki into a ditch and went over the bars down the Gore Bay road on my lunch break.

Got spat off the sidecar at Ruapuna and only got some a few scratches.

Crashed the Bucket and broke my wrist,but I was still walking and finished the race.

Crash the trailbike about 5 times when ever I take it out,this varies from banging into trees to highsides.

[badlieutenant]

spent all morning pushing my 86 vfr to keep up with my mates gsxr1100 (his bike been ten years younger than mine too), hadnt blinked in a while and 1 contact lens had fallen out. oops. stop at maraitai for fish and chips. Continued on our way and just before maraitai toilets i had to get past some trafic so i gave it a quik squirt with something nagging me at the back of my mind....isnt thier a sharp corner here somewhere?, oh thats right a 30km just before the toilets and im doing 130. It was drizzling but i thought i was making a good job of braking, could feel both front and back tyres juuuusst slipping, but the way the corner was coming up i knew i wasnt going to make it. Plan b.: land on the beach (tide was out as well)
Plan b might've worked if the little strip of grass wasnt so mudy and the front tire washed out. Im not to sure about the next second but i do remember seeing the bike following me, im upside down travelling on my lid looking back towards the bank and bike. I see the bike nose dive into sand and hear horrible crunch and engine just stop. Then the drag on my helmet made me do a 007 roll forwards and i came up running and saying some not nice words. thier were people near low tide with thier mouths hanging open but they looked away when they heard me swearing. sore neck, munted fairings and no pride. oh and a cbr400 radiator fits an 86 vfr :D :apint:
and dont try doing this now either, theres a concrete bin precisely where i left the road.

[wari]

I'vE forgotten more crashis than I'vE hadde ... :spudwave:

HOldon ... thats not quite righte ... :pinch:

[moko]

Back in 1979 riding my5 month old GS850 home.Saw a learner driver at a junction so slowed(luckily)down just in case.He was looking right at me so all I can assume is that he was holding it on the clutch or something and his foot slipped cos he shot out right in front of me.The GS is a big bastard and I hit his front wing,went right over the bars and hit the corner of someone`s house head-on.Came too to find the Police there,my bike with barely a scratch on it up on it`s stand and the driver`s girlfriend in tears.I had a broken arm and could see daylight through the top of what was left of my helmet,best bit was the crumpled Mini wing laying in the middle of the road,ripped the bastard clean off.Apparently the householder had heard me collide with his brickwork and come out to find me in a heap on his doorstep.I actually knew of him,ex-biker called Lofty who was bloody huge,the woman had come up to me(out for the count)screaming "look what you`ve done to my car",Lofty hit the roof and totally lost it apparently and when the Police turned up her and the driver had locked themselves in the car.Seeing my mate picking the big GS up off the road as if it were a Honda 90 didn`t make them feel any safer.Sued the driver and picked up enough to pay the finance off the bike completely if I`d had any sense,sadly I didn`t and blew it all within 6 months.

[Blakamin]

Then the drag on my helmet made me do a 007 roll forwards and i came up running and saying some not nice words. thier were people near low tide with thier mouths hanging open but they looked away when they heard me swearing.

Shoulda whipped off the helmet, run the hands thru the hair and said "Bond, James Bond"
:cool:

[aff-man]

Hmmmmm crashed the vt250 twice in the first two weeks of riding. Once locking up the back wheel doing 60 and low siding somehow so i got to go for a nice slide down the road after my bike. Second time back tyre hit some gravel and kinda bounced out. Both incidents i was wearing gear but only jeans on my legs so i got a little bloody. Once in the coromandel went round a corner on the edge of the front tyre and the bike just dissapeared from under me. Did a good job of crashing (ask FF) slide on my knee and hand and bounced myself up so i ended up stumbling after my bike as it came to a
"gentle" rest againts the cliff.


Worst crash was in my driveway :whistle: :whistle: wheel stepped out and then wen it was spinning nice and fast decided to grip, throwing me off so as i slid down the drive my bike "slide" up it. I almost cried :brick: :brick:

[badlieutenant]

By far the best accident (if there is a best) was on the maungamuka gorge (heading toward Kaitaia) on the northern side there are some nice twisties and i was following my mates rat yamaha 1100 and another mate on a gsxr750. mate on 750 dropped down to take last corner after a series of slight s's. mate on 1100 tries to fllow same line but cant because of 18 wheeler that comes around corner just then. he freaks out and locks it up.he looks like hes going to hit the truck but his continued rear lock up swings him away from the direction of the truck (and also the corner) at this point he looks like hes going to go over the gorge, about a 100m drop. then he high sides. he flips thru the air. my guess is hed have been 20ft in the air travelling about 60 kms/hr. he LANDS on the back of my mates 750 and if he had about 30 derees more rotation hed have been the perfect pillion passenger drop in except that the guy on the 750 isnt expecting an 80kg guy travelling at close to his speed to hit him on the rear seat. The drop in dude gets pulled off the back of the 750 cause his foots draggin on the road and the rider does a preety impressive job of recovering but as the front wheel hits the grass he lets her go. I have no memory of braking or changin gear or anything. The 750 has lost indicators and fairing damage and same also for the 1100, they are both riden home. As we're standing there going "wow", "holy shit" etc the truck which the truck driver has parked to come and see if my mates are alright, starts to roll back. Fortunately the driver has left his 3 year old in the cab and the screaming alerts him and us that the truck is going over the hill soon, our bikes will all be run over and his child doesnt want to go over either. Luckly he jumps into the cab in time to prevent a bad day getting worse.
Probably one of the freakest rides Ive been on and more stuff happend that day as well. Oh and injuries, the guy on the 1100 had a swollen knee. Hes racing in aussie last I heard.

[badlieutenant]

Shoulda whipped off the helmet, run the hands thru the hair and said "Bond, James Bond"
:cool:
LOL, I would have but i think it wouldnt have been convincing after they had probably heard my sphinkter claping shut just before i became airborne. :eek:

[Jackrat]

I've had four falls on the road,two I walked away from two I didn't.
The two I got a ride to hospital were all me own doing,one that I walked from I had help from a woman in a car the other was again all me.
On my trail bikes I've come off so many times I never even bothered counting.
I've had quite a few drive way incidents but they don't count,,,Right!!

[NC]

By far the best accident (if there is a best) was on the maungamuka gorge (heading toward Kaitaia) on the northern side there are some nice twisties and i was following my mates rat yamaha 1100 and another mate on a gsxr750. mate on 750 dropped down to take last corner after a series of slight s's. mate on 1100 tries to fllow same line but cant because of 18 wheeler that comes around corner just then. he freaks out and locks it up.he looks like hes going to hit the truck but his continued rear lock up swings him away from the direction of the truck (and also the corner) at this point he looks like hes going to go over the gorge, about a 100m drop. then he high sides. he flips thru the air. my guess is hed have been 20ft in the air travelling about 60 kms/hr. he LANDS on the back of my mates 750 and if he had about 30 derees more rotation hed have been the perfect pillion passenger drop in except that the guy on the 750 isnt expecting an 80kg guy travelling at close to his speed to hit him on the rear seat. The drop in dude gets pulled off the back of the 750 cause his foots draggin on the road and the rider does a preety impressive job of recovering but as the front wheel hits the grass he lets her go. I have no memory of braking or changin gear or anything. The 750 has lost indicators and fairing damage and same also for the 1100, they are both riden home. As we're standing there going "wow", "holy shit" etc the truck which the truck driver has parked to come and see if my mates are alright, starts to roll back. Fortunately the driver has left his 3 year old in the cab and the screaming alerts him and us that the truck is going over the hill soon, our bikes will all be run over and his child doesnt want to go over either. Luckly he jumps into the cab in time to prevent a bad day getting worse.
Probably one of the freakest rides Ive been on and more stuff happend that day as well. Oh and injuries, the guy on the 1100 had a swollen knee. Hes racing in aussie last I heard.
:gob: :gob: :gob: :gob:

[Two Smoker]

ive had four bike crashes, and tons on the CT110.... Ive walked away from all of them........ so far........

Best was lowsiding at Pukekohe at 140kmh in the wet, minor damage to bike and no damage to me.....

Sorest crash was the one a couple of days ago on the CT110, popped the wheel, was holding it..... bike lent slightly, so i go to land it...... did the dumb fuck thing of landing crossed up, resulting in a mean tank slapper which threw me off the bike....... bit of a grazed knee, BUT NO DAMAGE TOO DRAGGIN JEANS OR BIKE!!!!! (weird)

Just waiting for my MAJOR crash...

[Sparky Bills]

I have had about 5 crashes in total. Have walked(sometimes hobbled) away from all of them. All while on corners. I just love to lean! Sometimes i just lean too far, fairing or peg hit the ground and weight comes off the front wheel and bang. I lean off the bike as much as i can when going hard but on the road there is very little room for any mistakes.
Every crash I have been wearing saftey gear! And will stand by it always!
Wear your gear or be hurt! :mad:

[Warren]

My worst was 70kph into an oncoming car turning right into a sidestreet. I had no time to brake and flew over the roof of the car and rolled/landed by near the kerb. I crawled away from it and was limping withen a few days. The main injury was to my knees with alot of swelling and a few stitches.

http://bikepics.com/pictures/064175/

[riffer]

Well me latest off has been well covered here (http://www.kiwibiker.co.nz/forums/showthread.php?t=3361)on kiwibiker, and the inevitable expensive fixup job here (http://www.kiwibiker.co.nz/forums/showthread.php?t=3447):

I've had three reasonably big offs in my riding life, the latest on the welly motorway, a highside on ice on the old Lower Hutt roundabout, and a bit of a nasty one in Taita when a drunk driver going the wrong way down the road caused me to hit a traffic island and a post avoiding him.

All of them I walked away from. The latest I gave myself a bit of a tear in the ankle ligament, and a sore leg where my 220kg bike landed on it, nothing really.

The superman into the post caused me a bad concussion and migranes and photophobia for about 18 months after.

The highside was just bruising and soreness for a week after...

And, like everyone else, every time I go on a dirt bike I fall off heaps too...

[Mr Skid]

ive had four bike crashes, and tons on the CT110....

Does this mean you don't consider the mighty CT110 a real bike? :Pokey:

[wkid_one]

I walked away from all but one - and that is coz I broke my foot! Still managed to lift the bike up and move to side of road before I started hurting tho

[Two Smoker]

Does this mean you don't consider the mighty CT110 a real bike? :Pokey:
nah it just means i havnt had any REAL crashes on it lol, except the weelie one that went wrong :wacko: :crazy:

[riffer]

I walked away from all but one - and that is coz I broke my foot! Still managed to lift the bike up and move to side of road before I started hurting tho
How's your ankle doing now wkid?

[Mr Skid]

nah it just means i havnt had any REAL crashes on it lol, except the weelie one that went wrong :wacko: :crazy:

Does NZ post ever dock your pay for the hijinks/damage you get up to? Or do all posties do this to their bikes?

A friend of mine (ex motorcycle postie) informs me that whenever he to take someone else's bike out that it seemed to experience severe valve float... :innocent:

[Two Smoker]

Nup, not yet anyway. Only damage ive done to that bike is broken brake levers from doughnuts going wrong etc....

[NordieBoy]

Well Its arguable -clearly the crash that buggered my shoulder was the worst
but as far as ego destroying the worst has to be crashing a c90 scooter
YEA YEA LAUGH AWAY - I was being towed home so I could get the stupid thing going for my then girlfreind. The guy driving the tow car had the bright idea to scare the shit outa ol frosty
he put his foot down on the main road of glen eden.
Li secret with these modern towropes--theyre like bloody rubber bands.
he went vroom --towrope went sproing and the bike shot forwards at a decent rate of knots.--I let go of the towrope but it stayed in place long enough to tug the bike sideways and we ended up in a messy heap on the wrong side of the road.
For the record -that bitumix stuff roads are made of--it aint smooth --and it takes months for it all to rise to the surface of ya skin when its propperly driven in


Something similar here....
But being towed by a C90 whilst on rollerblades...

:o

[Zed]

...According to my opinion, lane splitting at high speeds is more dangerous than the blasting the twisties crap but what do I know...
You know enough by now MR! I agree with you on this point, in fact lane-splitting in general scares me far more than thrashing it through the twisties - at least through the twisties I know that I have the majority of control in the situation. :confused:

[Zed]

Ok, kiddies.

Share story time.

My last crash was 2 years ago on the Morning of ANZAC day. First corner as you go onto the Bethals Beach RD turn off. I was doing 125kms into a 25kms corner...:blink:
Hi there NC30, how long have you been riding 4? It sounds to me like you like to ride fast? In a prevous thread you said you were travelling at 210kmph on your NC30 - r u sure about that on your 400cc? Coming off in a road accident going 125kmph and walking away is fairly miraculous indeed - I say count your blessings. :innocent:

I've had one bin and that was several months ago when I threw my CBR into an open road ditch going around a 25km corner...from that off I learned to slow down more on corners, especially those which are completely foreighn to me!


Zed

[riffer]

In a prevous thread you said you were travelling at 210kmph on your NC30 - r u sure about that on your 400cc?
As outrageous as it sounds, it's possible.

Honda quoted 230km/h top speed for the unrestricted version of the NC30. :gob:

[James Deuce]

Had 6, and walked away from 4 without damage. "Best" was @ about 180km/hr exiting Coke @ Manfield on the RC30, having pulled off the pass of my brief racing career. Footpeg dug in and levered the rear off the ground. Flew in formation with the bike long enough to casually reach out and hit the kill switch. Was still doing about 30km/hr when I stood up. I thought I'd stopped you see. Excellent triple somersault with a half pike ensued. Was still PMPL when the van turned up to see if I was OK. Bike needed paint, right hand engine cover and a new footpeg. Cost $2200. Gave up racing.

[loosebruce]

Walked from heaps. Stretchered from one.

'Nuff said.

I'm with trashy on this one, funnily enough we both ended up in the same hospital after our crashes.

I'm sure trashy will back me up here, don't crash near tokoroa!!!!

[andy1]

I`ve had a few... :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
Lanesplitting gotta be my fav but thats a long story.....
IM a lucky guy! Thats why i pray to the father above AMEN...

おやすみなさい

[Zed]

I`ve had a few... :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
Lanesplitting gotta be my fav but thats a long story.....
IM a lucky guy! Thats why i pray to the father above AMEN...

おやすみなさい
Good on you for praying, but what has that to do with luck dude? Devine intervention is not luck, but rather blessing, amen andy!

[geoffm]

I have been pretty lucky (touch wood).
Most exciting was an off going over the hill at Puke on the FZR. A little wide, the back lets go and fires me and bike across the track into the armco on the other side at speed. I left a mark on the armco, and so did the bike tyre as it chased me down the grass. I got up, which surprised all the marshals, and the bike had a broken lever and fairing.
My missus was the flag marshal at Jennians and was said it wasn't a good thing I crashed at her corner, otherwise she would kill me :-)

Dumbest, and most injurious crash - trying to start the Impulse on New Years Day, with (ahem) some help from a tow rope and car. Don't try this least you end up with ripped jeans, and gravel rash. Jeans do not provide much protection against the road, even at 10kph...
Geoff

[badlieutenant]

one more i felt like adding :D
things not to do :dont ride from bay of islands to wellington in one hit without a break, in the rain.
after riding for 6 hours in torrential rain (drips inside helmet etc) and forced to follow a truck, a bus and four cars due to rain and spary from trafik in front dont overtake, even if you have been following them for 20 minutes.
after overtake dont forget that Ohakune (desert rode was closed) has a sharp bend leading into it and that its hard to take at 110.
dont bounce off wooden road barriers, it hurts.
if, like me, all of the above does happen quickly pick up indicators and bits while a truck, a bus and four cars go past. then jump back on bike and overtake the same bunch of vehicles. Swearing never really described just how much it all suked that day :crazy:

[sAsLEX]

Hi there NC30, how long have you been riding 4? It sounds to me like you like to ride fast? In a prevous thread you said you were travelling at 210kmph on your NC30 - r u sure about that on your 400cc? Coming off in a road accident going 125kmph and walking away is fairly miraculous indeed - I say count your blessings. :innocent:

I've had one bin and that was several months ago when I threw my CBR into an open road ditch going around a 25km corner...from that off I learned to slow down more on corners, especially those which are completely foreighn to me!


Zed

my little 250 nearly gets 200, well 190ish indicated :scooter:

[Zed]

my little 250 nearly gets 200, well 190ish indicated :scooter:
Are you ringing the nuts off it?...& I take it it takes quite a while to wind up to that speed range??

[sAsLEX]

comin back from kopu on those straight, just real slow accel from 175ish just keeps getting faster real slow but runs out of HP before revs

[rodgerd]

what an Amazing woman!,

She's a keeper, for sure. She's keen to get her own license and suggested selling the family car so we can afford a second bike.



I've binned once on the kaimai's taking a corner too fast and trying to avoid going underneath a big truck and trailer unit, ended up on the wrong side of the road, just inches from a huge drop into oblivion, bike landed shortly afterwards ontop of me, I was 3mths pregnant at the time, me my bike and the baby were all ok, just bruised and pissed off, wrecked my jacket, and the bars got bent on the bike, but considering what would have happened if I'd gone over the bank, well.....

Doesn't bear thinking about, really.

[That Guy]

There's some great crash stories in there. Luckily (touch wood) I never crashed on the road - lost count of how many times I've crashed doing mx though. Worst was practicing on a track in summer when I was a teenager getting ready for my first Woodville GP. In the summer the grass is really long. I jumped up this bank in 6th gear wide open, and flew a good 20 metres - hiding in the grass was a big rock - my front wheel landed in front of it, back wheel behind it. Last thing I remembered was the casing making this sort of grinding noise as the suspension compressed and connected with the rock. I woke up I don't know how long after (was practising by myself - dumb idea) with visor crunched in on my face, googles ripped to bits and blood all down my shirt and pants (small cut on face but bleed like crazy). Bike was miles away and looked like a chopper - rear sub frame wrapped around the rear wheel, handle bars tied in knots. I managed to get it going and putted home with a serioulsy awkward to control bike in the state it was in - with my head spinning - it looked like I was riding into a black hole as my vision played games. Got home and couldn't resist a huge urge to go to sleep. Went to bed with full riding gear and blood still on, in a dream like state. Woke up about 5 hours later with Mum shaking me - striaght to hospital with serious concussion.

[Firefight]

Done the same sort of thing, fucked up a big jump on motox bike, big off, lots of blood, Koed, got home washed the bike, took the bars off to starighted then, went inside had a cup of tea with Mrs F/F, then I said to her, "'Just going out to wash the bike"", and shes like :doh: you did that already, "When ? "" I asked, and next thing Ia'm in the car and off to :doctor: Middelmore, Of course ,I should have known better.

So I guess I sorta walked from that one.

F/F :crazy:

[NordieBoy]

Not me but a mate on a KX500 in the hills riding alone.
You know the sort of thing....

Favorite set of switchbacks.....
140kph or so.....
Forestry bulldozed road through middle of hill just after the crest.....
Split the helmet in half when he hit the tree.....
The bike missed the tree and was fine.....
He woke up, straightened the bars and rode slowly home.....
Couldn't get off the bike when he got home....
Panicked his mate who saw him pull up all covered in blood......

Can't turn his head at all to this day...

[vifferman]

That does it - all these tales have scared the crap outta me, and they're suposedly the "good" crashes! :shit: Time to give up riding - it's obviously too bloody dangerous!:crazy:

Actually, I've been very lucky so far - my worst injuries have been the ones I didn't incur on the bike! Like doing a face-plant off the bumper of the Pajero into the concrete and door frame of the gargre - split my face open, cracked my eyebrow and nose, wrecked the rotator cuff in my shoulder, and got 8 stitches in my face. My wife thought I'd died when I collapsed on the kitchen floor...

Of course, I've never crashed my bike. Well... ahem... not this one.


Learning to ride (off-road): dismounted on the low side on a steep hill, with the F7 on top of me, damaged the nerves in my ankle. Not technically a crash, and I could sort of walk.
First bike:
* Clipped a Mini at dusk with my handlebar, because I was wearing a tinted visor, slid down the road a few metres. No real injuries.
* Lowsided in gravel. No real injuries.
After wheelstanding up my drive, lost the front end braking hard, and slid through the gargre.
* Hit a pushbike, when the rider turned in front of me without looking. Slid about 20 metres down the road.
* T-boned a car that didn't give way, while doing wheelstands at ~70 kmh. Somersaulted over the car, got grazes to my feet, ankles and badly cut right knee (9 stitches). Had a trip in the ambulance, and couldn't walk for a few days. (Guess I didn't walk away from that Christmas present...) Bike was almost totally ferked: fron wheel ended up beside engine, frame was bent and broken, headlight and instruments toast, rocker cover mount ripped out, etc.
Second bike: I'm learning! Probably some spills off-road, but none that I remember, although I've still got scars on my ankle from barbed wire being wrapped around it, and I nearly broke my kneecap when kickback shot it into the bolt on the bottom of the mirror.
Third bike: Nada.
Fourth bike: Nada (although I had some moments, like the tang on the centrestand levering the rear wheel off the ground, and bad headshake from a crappy 16" Dunlop Arrowmax).
Fifth bike: (Commuting in perilous D'Auckland...)
Lowside (squashed softdrink can under front tyre).
Hit a pedestrian. Silly bitch.
Lost the front end avoiding a crash with a BMW that changed lanes on me.
Hit a car that U-turned into me. Technically didn't walk away from that, but was walking later that day, with a badly bruised and swollen knee (still has numbness over a year later), and possibly a cracked heel (still hurts a bit).

I've learned stuff. Like softdrink cans develop good camouflage after living on the road for a while, and are very slippery. People are very unpredictable, whether walking, cycling or driving. And crashing sucks!

[jrandom]

face-plant off the bumper of the Pajero into the concrete and door frame of the gargre - split my face open, cracked my eyebrow and nose, wrecked the rotator cuff in my shoulder, and got 8 stitches in my face.

Gargre floor pretty handy with a needle and thread then?

[vifferman]

Gargre floor pretty handy with a needle and thread then?Ha ha. How 'bout:
"...split my face open, cracked my eyebrow and nose, wrecked the rotator cuff in my shoulder, and got cuts in my face that required 8 stitches to close. When I went to A&E. After recovering from carking it on the kitchen floor. As you do. After semi-severe trauma. When you have a low tolerance of pain. And you're a wuss."

Actually, it was quite funny in some ways. Firstly, we'd just moved into our house, and I was trying to make the most of my 'spare' time by doing as many jobs as possible to fix up the shit-heap we'd bought. I thought I could fit in one more job before dinner, and went to the gargre in my sox to get a caulking gun. As you do. The WankerMobile was parked against the back wall of the gargre so I could get my VF500 in through the narrow door to park it between the cars, so naturally I took a shortcut along the bumper bar. In my sox... As you do...
Secondly, when I realised I'd done a moderate amount to fuck my face and shoulder (I could see blood all over my shirt sleeve), I thought I'd beter go inside. When my wife saw the blood, she went "What have you done to your arm?!?" I said, "Nothing - have a look at my face." She went "OH MY GOD!!", then I collapsed in heap, dead to the world, only she thought I really was dead, and was calling me, shaking me, etc.
When I came to (not a pleasant experience), she abandoned dinner, and got the boys organised so we could go in the car, and told them to send the neighbour's kid home. So they did: "Amos! Go home!!" So he did, thinking no doubt, "WTF have I done?!?" (or the 8-year-old equivalent), and we didn't see him again for WEEKS.
In the car, I'm lying on the reclined front seat, and the kids are in the back. Michael is squeamish (like me), goes into shock, and throws up all over the floor. Oh dear...
So after the bleeding and the waiting and the poking and proddings, and stitching and injecting and the dribbling of anaesthetic in the eye (now THAT feckin hurts!), and the getting of droogs, we go home, and poor Mrs FS has to get me settled in a comfy chair, resurrect dinner, put the boys to bed, and clean the vomit out of the car.
The crap wives have to put up with.....
Luckily, she was out of town for a few days when I last busted myself up, so I had a few days to prepare....:rolleyes:

Oh yeah - when I went back to work (only been in my job a few weeks), with a black eye, stitches, and sticking plaster, my workmates wanted to know what I'd done to piss my wife off so badly.:(

[svs]

I thought these were all supposed to be crashes that you walked away from ... :confused2

So here's one to get your faith in crashing back. First meeting out on RGV supersport at Knockhill in Scotland, did one lap trying to warm the bike up - taking it easy. Came over the start line at about 140k and gently touched the front brake - front wheel instantly locked and tucked under. I spent the next 200 meters sliding on my arse watching the fibreglass and other metal bits being slowly ground off the bike in a pile of sparks and smoke.

Must have looked pretty impressive from the pits cos they sent the ambulance straight out.

I got up and walked away. No harm done. (Well leathers and gloves were pretty much hosed). Managed to buy a second hand set of leathers from someone in the pits, and was out racing the next day :)

Morals of the story:
1) Always check that brakes arn't sticking after sitting in garage over winter.
2) Always wear decent leathers

[vifferman]

I thought these were all supposed to be crashes that you walked away from ... :confused2 Of course not. Any thread like this very quickly degenerates into mass story telling mode. As for me, well, I've never been totally unable to walk after a crash. In fact, after the last one, I had to hobble for what seemed like miles at A&E to ring for a taxi. At least they gave me an orderly to carry my bag. :blink: A wheelchair would've been better.

[svs]

Of course not. Any thread like this very quickly degenerates into mass story telling mode.

Since I have to be at work, then what better way to spend a friday morning than reading a bunch crashing stories. Not quite as good as sitting down the pub listening to crash stories over a pint though :apint:, but then again, I'm easily amused

[Paul in NZ]

Dunno if dirt bikes count?

Triumph engined, Rickman Metisse’ valiantly struggling to hold back the sons of Nippon (and failing).

Usual boys day out, load the bikes into the ’39 Ford barrel nose truck and off to the river bed playground. Long looping track through trees, up, down and along stop banks. Brilliant day.

After a Barbie for lunch and a couple of beers the world is lookin mighty fine. The big leap up a natural clay bank between 2 old man pines where the roots hold it all together is looking less of a challenge. You couldn’t hit it too fast as a few feet past the landing zone you climbed up onto the top of the stop bank and did a hard right to run along the top. You certainly did NOT want to land on the uphill bit of the bank as you would bury yourself nose deep in the dirt….

Try as I might I just could not catch those bloody jap 2 strokes…. They had shit like power, lightness, suspension and talent. Hardly fair! Luckily I had been drinking beer and that was my secret weapon. Stupidity! :first:

I decided that if I got up enough speed I could probably jump onto the top of the stop bank and just make the right hander…. :ride:

Oh! I got up plenty of speed alright…..

I do remember looking DOWN at the right hander at the top of the stop bank as I sailed majestically over and realizing that this was going to hurt. Probably significantly…. :shit:

Luckily it was lower on the other side of the bank and a relatively gentle slope so I came to earth fairly gently on the down hill side which didn’t wreck the bike. Sadly there was a barbed wire fence at the bottom of the stop bank which did wreck me as we sailed through it….

The spectators were VERY impressed with the noise and dust caused buy the landing and the string of expletives issued in the silence that followed.

While I did walk away (if, for the purposes of this story, crawling is allowed as walking) I have ever since developed a flinch when it comes to jumping dirt bikes and the rip in the groin of my leather trousers is mighty to behold.

Next I will tell the terrible tail of how vanity wrecked my thumb

[Blakamin]

Fourth bike: Nada (although I had some moments, like the tang on the centrestand levering the rear wheel off the ground, and bad headshake from a crappy 16" Dunlop Arrowmax).



Are arrowmax really that bad (he asks coz he's running 2) :gob:

[riffer]

Dunno if dirt bikes count?
I think it has been well proven not only in this thread but throughout the entire existence of kiwibiker that it is nigh on impossible to have fun on a dirt bike without falling off at least once per session :whistle:

Tell us the story of the thumb now, please....:niceone:

[celticyankee]

1994, USA, June, 8:30am, clear, magical sunny summer day, on me way out to Laconia Bike week races for a week, less than 2 miles from home with couple hundred miles to go, sitting in traffic on a 2 lane bridge hundreds of feet above rushing river below.......heard that awful sound of screeching brakes behind me, check mirror and see 1 HUGE front end of a tanker truck coming on me fast, no time to react cept maybe mumble a wish to let me survive.....truck hits me, I fly into car in front of me, smash back window, bounce off and fly backwards onto pavement, open my eyes to see tire of tanker inches from my face, roll over and wonder why I'm looking at undercarriage of behemoth truck.....adreniline kicks in and I crawl out from under truck once it stopped to see the driver standing there in front of me ....what does he say??? Sorry??? Are you ok???? Noooooooooo, he looks at me and says "Shit, I'm having a bad day! I was looking for a payphone across bridge and didn't see you!"

WTF!!!! I don't know how, guess it was adreniline, but I got to me feet and went after him with me helmet swinging and the dickhead locked himself in truck till cops came........I was lucky, only concussion (sp?), ripped rotator cup in shoulder and assorted other broken bones.....cops were cool though, begged them not to hoist my bike on tow truck (as they were loading me in ambulance) and the kind lads actually got a flatbed for my bike.....I thought that was kewl......

2nd Acciddent.......October 1996, USA, 11:00am, clear, beautiful sunny autumn day.......stopped on 2 lane road to take left turn, ( I was directly in front of friends house who I was going to see and there were about 30 or so fellow riders in driveway waiting for me as it was an annual Halloween Run we were about to go on. They witnessed the whole thing) gave hand signal and had directional blinking......17 yr old eejit in Camaro comes flying up behind me and proceeds to hit me full bore without braking and throws me & bike about 100 feet down the road, I get thrown into on coming traffic and run over by car coming in opposite direction.....broken wrist, leg, fingers, arm, ribs and serious facial injuries (thank god for amazing doctors, can't even see scars now).

Driver of car faired worse than me when friends got through with him, Poor bastard probably still can't walk right.

Luckily both times I was in full leathers and had helmet on (open face) even though I always caught shit from friends for wearing helmet in a state that didn't require them.

Lessons learned? DON'T stop in morning traffic, wear full face helment and leathers at all times and when adreniline kicks in, you can do almost anything till the pain takes over.

Safe Journeys to all

[vifferman]

Are arrowmax really that bad (he asks coz he's running 2) I can't really offer an opinion on whether they're any good or not in general terms, but either the one on the VF was badly fitted and/or not balanced, or it was just wrong for the bike. If I didn't have two hands on the handlebars, I'd get a bit of wobble in the front end, and if I took both hands off, I'd get really bad headshake. The Metzeler that was on the bike before that, and the one afterwards were fine, but apparently they were the best for the VF500, according to the guy who fitted the second one. It may have been the profile (the ME33 was quite rounded, whereas the Dunlop was triangular in profile), or the tread pattern, or just a crap tyre. I do know that after the Arrowmax was replaced, I nearly fell off on the first corner, as it was so radically different. With a 16" wheel, I suspect it wouldn't take much to upset it.

[Paul in NZ]

Paul the Thumb

If you meet me, you will eventually notice handsome countenance, charming wit and eventually, my deformed left thumb. This is the story of how vanity caused it’s ruin.

I’d just started work and as low peg on the board was subjected to all the usual ‘70’s work place humour of my elders. I’d been riding my all black 1956 Triumph 5T to work rain and shine. While it was a great wee bike, it had a terrible failing as a commuter motorcycle. It had no stand. The mainstand had abandoned ship some time in the past and the side stand lug was torn from the bottom frame rail.

Luckily, Triumph had understood that vehicle like this might encounter the occasional mishap and equipped the beast with a tank top rack. Ideal for carrying a lump of wood to hold the bike up! Down side was that this was a pretty uncool look so I used to leave a lump of wood at work. (simple solutions work the best)

The big chuckle was to hide my lump of wood as I arrived. (bastards)

I’d have to park the Trumpy in the deep gutter out front and enjoy all the predictable jokes along the lines of that’s where it belongs etc etc. Enough was enough, action had to be taken! This was a very un-cool situation!

Scanning the ‘for sale’ adds I spy! 1958 BSA A7SS (etc etc) at an attractive price, so I ring the owner and arrange to see the beast. Wowsers! Purple metalflake (non of yer poxy metallics, real in your face metalflake) a bit of extra chrome and very sexy , chrome reverse cone meggas. Cor! It was definitely a looker and seemed to run great. The owner was an older guy that did it up a bit and used it for riding to work. Best of all, it had a great mainstand. (and I looked WAY cool on it)

Piggybanks were raided and a deal was done.

On the ride home, the stand (reason for buying the bike) fell off and I rode over it…. Hmm! The lesser gods of motorcycling were trying to tell me something… Naturally I didn’t take the hint.

From that first ride, I had a ‘troubled’ relationship with this bike.

During a bit of harmless ‘wottleshedomister’ speed testing with Andy keeping station on the T120V the gear lever abandoned ship and clouted his knee. Dead funny when he fell over coming to a stop swearing like a good un.

The clutch cable broke at a very odd moment provoking a wheelie and a tumble…

And then, a couple of months later we were leaving a party in the country to go get a hamburger. Andy was hugging the kerb on the T120V with a girl he had just met and I was outside him on the purple Beezer as we swept down the hill in a world of noise and into the sweeping left hander. The lefthander that had a farmers drive on the outside. A farmer that had just re graveled his driveway. Gravel that had spread over the road…..

Andy missed it, I hit it and after a brief display of sparks, woke up in a ditch wondering how the &*^% I got there and whats that noise? The bike? Oh shit, the bike was revving it’s head off in the road so I leapt up and ran out to switch it off.

I’d just picked it up and turned everything off when Andy came back to find me.

Usual stuff…. “You OK?” “Yeah, what happened???”

Girlfriend… “Look at your leg…. “

Me… “Arrgghhh!” (new Wranglers in tatters and blood everywhere)

Andy, “Stuff your leg, look at your hand”

Me…. “ Oh OH!” (insert extremely naughty word here) The formerly pink fleshy thumb was sticking in tatters out of my glove looking very white and boney and spurting blood in time with my rapidly pumping heart…. Not good.

Girlfriend jumps off the Triumph, I hand her the bent beezer. “Here, hang on to this, push it in the ditch and go back to the party”. Andy turns the Bonnie around shouting, “quick, we gotta get ya to horse piddle” (or something) so I tie my scarf around the hand (I knew I had a clean hankie someplace) and leap onto the Bonnie piloted by a now very VERY excitable lad not known for his calm and sedate riding style.

Brother. What a ride. We were flying but managed to run off the road twice into the grass and once into a ditch where we slid around but managed to end up in the right direction and back on the road. We rode right past Princess Margaret Hospital in a panic to get to central (d’uh) and going down Barrington Street at about 120kph we get passed (1 line each side) by the steely eyed Epitaph Riders (gang war going on) and SERIOUSLY monstered by the lads. By now the pain was kicking in and I was going a whiter shade of pale while holding on by biting the collar of Andy’s leather jacket. Waving my mangled hand around I managed to communicate that we were hurt, spurting claret and in a big hurry (and quite possibly suffering from rabies) so if you were going to beat us up, please get on with it! We were given the sort of free passage and a VERY wide berth that one reserves for bag ladies and homeless homicidal maniacs..

We rode through town flat out….. Andy utterly gunned the Bonnie (in case the gang changed it’s mind) and we went hell for leather into the ambulance loading area, sliding it sideways to a halt, flipping out the side stand and dragging me off all in one easy, adrenalin fueled movement. He was so pumped he had NO IDEA where he was going so he took me to Patient Enquiries where he grabbed an orderly by the scruff of the neck and said ‘Ere, Me mates fucked his thumb’ and showed it to him causing a fresh geyser of red stuff to erupt all over his ledger. (Mr Orderly became quite dis-orderly at this treatment and somewhat churlishly pointed us in the right direction)

Finally we got to Out Patients and I was shown to a cubicle where I got to lay down and a nice nurse gave me a shot of the good stuff…. Oh YEAH baby!

Reconstructive surgery, removing gravel, attaching tendons, plastic surgery and 10 weeks off work later and I was back on the road.

The beezer was hardly damaged (handlebar and my hand bent under the tank saved it) but the first time I rode it after straightening it out, some clot in a Mk2 Zodiac turned into his driveway right over the top of me. I remember laying in the gutter, again, protecting the bike from damage as the hot exhaust burned it’s way through another pair of jeans and thinking, “this bike has GOT to go”.

Sold it next weekend to the first guy that saw it. Saw him a few weeks later and he reckoned it was the best bike he had ever owned…..

[Milky]

reading through this makes me think two things... firstly that I am blessed that I havent had any serious or fatal accidents in my time riding. Just as soon as the warm glow of self-appreciation sets in, my subconcious tells me that the bikers on this site are probably much more capable riders than myself, and that if I havent had any of these terrible accidents yet, then they must surely be just around the corner :s

^ooo i think i get top marks for that metaphor ;)

[Blakamin]

Paul the Thumb

Me…. “ Oh OH!” (insert extremely naughty word here) The formerly pink fleshy thumb was sticking in tatters out of my glove looking very white and boney and spurting blood in time with my rapidly pumping heart…. Not good.




Ouch :eek5:

[Blakamin]

I can't really offer an opinion on whether they're any good or not in general terms, but either the one on the VF was badly fitted and/or not balanced, or it was just wrong for the bike.


Hmmm...i got a 17" for starters..... but the old owner was not one for corners so its a bit square. I was going to buy another next week but I might just have to have a bit more of a look into the front tyre situation.


Thanks

[vifferman]

Hmmm...i got a 17" for starters..... but the old owner was not one for corners so its a bit square. I was going to buy another next week but I might just have to have a bit more of a look into the front tyre situation.Yeah, sounds like my tyres when I bought the FahrtSturm - the previous owner had been running them underinflated, and not only were they square, but they'd done their lifetime of heat cycles.
Remember your safety is dependent on a very small area of tyre to road contact patch, so don't scrimp on tyres. An option you may want to consider is going for the same brand of tyre as on the back, but in a softer (sportier) compound, if it's available.

[Blakamin]

cheers... i just started a new thread about that so i dont hi-jack this one :D

Here (http://www.kiwibiker.co.nz/forums/showthread.php?t=4629)

[Paul in NZ]

Ouch :eek5:

At the time of the accident... It didn't hurt a bit actually... 30 mins later it certainly started to smart a tad. Dr told me it was so deep all the nerve endings got torn out... :sick:

I'll write up the story about what happened at the hospital later....

Red Headed Nurses :love2: , bed pans, a missing call button and a Doctor call Mr Bentley....

[Pwalo]

You guys are scary. I've walked away from all my offs. Been hit by a car and had my gear lever wound around my footpeg (Suzi T125 1975 - and stayed on!!), low sided twice on black ice (Suzi TS185 1978), and bounced a bike off my thigh after losing the front on a wet painted manhole cover (Suzi TS100 1980).

Stupid thing was the slowest off hurt the most. A week before I got married, :o and it was my brother's TS100. He was pleased that I'd used my leg to cushion the bike (still owe him a mirror), but my wife to be was a bit pissed as I hobbled round getting ultrasound to break up the bruising in my leg.

Haven't fallen off since starting riding again, and have no desire to. I think it's really overated, and my old body probably wouldn't crash as well.

Regards Pwalo

[vifferman]

Haven't fallen off since starting riding again, and have no desire to. I think it's really overated, and my old body probably wouldn't crash as well.
You're right there, Pwalo. If you read my long and boring bollocky tale, my early crashes were - like yours - in 1975. The later ones weren't until last year and the year before, and though I was much better protected, and they were realtively minor, they seem much worse than the ones I had in my yoof. Despite the lack of safety gear etc. (Fancy being immortal enuff to consider riding in jandals, and no gloves!:spudwhat: At least I had a leather jacket on.)

Heh. Year before last, picked a scooterist off the road, who was similarly attired - open-faced helmet, jeans, no gloves, and jandals. Looked kewl, and there was I, wearing the full works, feeling over-dressed in comparison. But at least I didn't have ripped up feet and a dinner-plate sized graze on my back....

But! It's important to look kewl.:cool2:

[Blakamin]

At the time of the accident... It didn't hurt a bit actually... 30 mins later it certainly started to smart a tad. Dr told me it was so deep all the nerve endings got torn out... :sick:

I'll write up the story about what happened at the hospital later....

Red Headed Nurses :love2: , bed pans, a missing call button and a Doctor call Mr Bentley....

Cant wait to read that one!!!!!!

[Paul in NZ]

Yeah, the ground was softer back inna 70's before Rogernomics sold off all the soft bits... Bastards.... Ruined the climate too.... Mind you, my grandad reckons that started going when they gave wimin the vote and theres another thing, ya just can't get a decent pair of cordoroy shoes these day, probably a conspiricy all of account of the way the Burmese were treat during the war I suppose but thats not the worst of it of course..(Paul fades gently into a sepia toned twilight where crashes never hurt and AJS's out run R1's)

Nah! Always sounds worse...... Besides. Never let the real facts stand in the way of a good "How I crashed and burned but I'm still riding" story.

[Eddieb]

Too many, about 2 1/2 dozen I think, mostly low speed. Most resulting from an 18 month stint as a London courier where you average getting knocked off once very 3-4 weeks.

Biggest ones were:

Filtering down a line of stationary traffic approaching an intersection in south london. Dickhead in his escort van decides he is sick of sitting in traffic and decides to turn right into sidestreet and go the other way.
He doesn't check his mirrors and swings out, collecting me in his drivers door while I'm travelling at about 25mph, I clear the top of the van superman style and land on the opposite side of the road.

The bike (GT550 Kwaka) weighs a ton and when the bike hits the drivers door is pushed so far in it bends the pillar, the door is also sliced open like a can, as is the front panel by the huge wheel nut.

He gets out, admits fault, and orders a truck to tow his undrivable van away. I pick the bike up with it's 1 bent indicator stalk and after swapping details ride off.

The other one would be Christmas eve 1996. I've quit the courier job and am riding the bike back to the depot for the last time to give it back. It's snowing, has been for over a week and the road is covered in ice.
Coming around an off camber corner the bike goes out from under me and sticks itself under a car, I'm left doing the GP slide across the ice at about 15 mph with a double decker bus coming the other way.

The funny bit was the bus stops and the black guy driving leans out the window, yells out "you right mate?" and gives me the thumbs up as I slide past his window on my back.

Others include getting sandwiched between a bus and a van at about 10 mph cause the left hand drive seated french driver couldn't see me, and ending up sprawled across the bonnet of a car after retired farmer joe on his once yearly visit to the city ran a give way.

[toads]

Paul the Thumb
…..
this story gets my vote as the most gruesome and entertaining crash :first:

[Two Smoker]

my little 250 nearly gets 200, well 190ish indicated :scooter:
and my little 150 pulls 180kmh (a shade under) and with larger tyre it pulls 195kmh