Scariest moment on a bike?

[cruzer]

Dude I didn't need these pics at lunch time.

Thats why I said "Images are of a graphic nature" and R rated them.
Sorry

[riffer]

Your brother is a lucky lucky lucky man to survive that.

scary

[Motoracer]

This reminds me of the importance of a proper full face helmet. Thats shitting my pants scarry alright.

[Blink]

well my scariest moment :


riding down the Napier to Taupo road. The weather was absolute crap, wet drizzly day with heaps of mist on the road. Riding along at 90-100k with lights on, and then i come up beind a logging truck throwing heaps of crap out the back (as they do). So wait for a straight and then indicate and pull out to pass. I got to about the middle of his trailer when all of a sudden i glance across and see his trailer swerving towards me!

I was like "WTF!"... and swerve to keep away from the tonnes of pinetree coming at me. What had happened, is that the truck (that i was passing) decided to pass another truck and did not see me in his mirrors. So here's me crapping myself and decide to power out and pass him before he flattens me. I go across the solid white line on the other side of the road and manage to get in front of the truck.

Then all of a sudden a car going the other way looms out of the rain!! This was a gray car that didnt have its headlights going, thus noone (me, nor either truck driver) could see it. So we all swerve back into our lane and manage to straighten up, with me in front of both logging trucks.

Heart was well and truely pumping after that.

[Grumpy]

Scariest moment...had a few of the usual kind, you know, life flashes before your eyes kinda things, but my scariest would be when I was a young fella. My old man had just bought a near new Suzuki GS1000G and he left the keys in it. Me being the curious type wheeled it out of the garage, warmed it up a little and then lit the back wheel up in the back yard. With all the noise and smoke and shit I didn't hear him come home. When he saw what I was doing to his new bike.....well lets just say, still rates as my scariest moment on a bike!

[phil_elvey]

After reading cruzer's bros story, I might pop out and get that new helmet iv been after. My scariest moment happened recently. I was out test riding an FZR400 out the back of Hastings on a road that I didn't know. I was on my way back and getting pretty confident on the little yami. I hooked into a square left-hander and bugger me the front let go. It gripped up again just in time to save my arse. It was only a relatively small scare, and wouldn't have worried me THAT much if it was on my bike. But the thought of possibly having to buy I bike that I didn't end up wanting sure gave me a fright!

[boris]

finding how much a full service at Wgtn m/cycles cost.or being over taken in roadworks by a car both put the shits up me.

[Holy Roller]

For me it had to be going up Hell's Gate hill heading for Whakatane full noise went to button off at the top right hander... throttle jammed open... only just hung in there. Hit the kill switch and lay down in grass untill my heart slowed down enough to unjam the cable and carry on. Very close to this was my head on just north of Matamata Front wheel skiped out on some gravel (roadworks) pitching me into the path of an oncoming car.... I remember being upside down, my boot left a mark along the roof line of the car. I walked away from that one also... really sore ribs but OK. Poor bike was bent though. Fixed it up, new warrant, back on the streets again.

[Deano]

I tell my brother's story (he is no longer a rider)
In 1980 my family immigrated to NZ. Around a month after we arrived, my brother and I each bought a motorcycle. I bought a Suzuki GT185 and my brother a Suzuki 125 enduro.
It was Saturday Morning and we were schedueled to go for our License Testing on Monday.
My brother was 16 years old and I was 15 and my parents had gone for a walk to the dairy We, being michevious youths seized the opportunity to get on our bikes and proceed to ride up and down our driveway, which was in the region of 25m in length.
As we where only riding back and forth in the driveway and mindfull of the timing issue involved in removing a helmet in case the parents came home and told us off we set off down the 25m bare headed.
It was all going very well and we were enjoying becoming freinds with our new macines when I was travelling back towards the house and my brother was going in the other direction I could no longer hear his engine.
My first thought (him being a cross between Evil Kenevil and the Devil) was that he has gone onto the road and stalled his machine. I proceeded to turn around to investigate his where-abouts. I got to the end of the driveway which had a drop on one side of about one and a half meters and for an unknown reason I looked down to the side of the driveway where it fell away.
There I saw my brother sort of sitting with his head hanging back and his machine wedged, almost as though it were parked between two trees.
I called his name and he pulled his head up and it dropped forward in front of him. Needless to say, there was an enormous amount of blood and I admit to being somewhat staggered by the manner in which he was presenting himself to me. It was at about that time that I noticed a neighbor running down his driveway from across the road and pushing me aside to render assistance to my Bleeding Brother. The ambulance was called and he was taken to the hospital where he spent around 6 weeks in Intensive Care comatose before making a rather remarkable recovery.
It turns out, from his fragmented memory of the events that unfolded that fateful day, that a cat crossed his path as he neared the end of the driveway and he, being a novice rider, applied far to much Front Brake, firing him like a catapult, over the handlebars, head first, into a Brick Structure that curved around the end of the driveway that formed a wall/letterbox.
It seems that he hit the edge of that structure with his forehead causing the dammage in the photos (courtesy of Auckland Hospital)
I remember the doctor asking me to have a look around the accident sight the next day to see if I could find a number of teeth that no longer resided in his mouth as they could put them back provided it was done quickly.
His list of injuries included:
Jaw broken in 6 places
Cheeks broken
Nose Broken
Eye sockits broken
Skull Fracture and Brain Exposed
Optic nerve damage
Pituitary Gland Damage
Luckily, this occured when his body was still young enough to repair itself quickly and he continues to enjoy life woith his wife and two children today.
I know that this Thread is about the scariest moment on a bike and although I didn't acually see the event (only the aftermath) I can assure you that it was a scary moment for me and all who where involved.
By the way, I never found any of the teeth but I did find the cigarette he was smoking at the time sticking into the brickwork.

Was the cat ok ? - Sorry, my girlfriend asked...

[speedpro]

Sliding down the road watching XS1100 tumbling thru sky towards me. It smashed down on my right then flipped over to my left and slid into ditch with me following.
Lost or broke front engine mount bolt on GSX1100 while pitching it in at Pukekohe. It tamk slapped so hard the front was hopping off the ground and I ended up sitting on the tank heading for the grass way fast.
Getting past Ross Drinkwater on the bucket heading for a huge fast sweeper at Ohakea and not daring to back off 'cause Ross would try and get back and finding myself with both ends sliding (Yokohama ultra soft slicks) while pitched in big time. Scary bit was knowing that Ross was (just)behind me somewhere.
Sliding the rear tyre peeling into the kink down the back straight at Puke the first time. Pretty sure there's still brown marks on the track.

Actually the more I think about this sort of thing the more I wonder why I do it, and then I remember all those times where it's all worked perfectly.

[trevf]

Yeah those bucket meetings at Ohakea were good fun. Shame they dont still have them.

[Suzi Q]

Scariest moment for me was on the way to Queenstown 2003 for the Glenorchy Rally. We were travelling the Pig Route - from Palmerston via Naseby. The boys let me lead!!!! Now I know why, a Lamb ran out in front of me, I have no idea where it came from and did not have time to react, I could have kicked him with my Harley Davidson Boots!!! My heart was pounding and the boys behind were shocked as well. Needless to say a little further on I made them pass me so i could be at the back! :disapint:

[Jackrat]

Oh yeah an the time I'm chasing my brother along a metal road in NSW somewhere,It's just on dusk and I'm thinking about the chance of a Kangaroo
being on the road.Bro's out front about 100meters an I'm pushing hard to stay with him,An then a big red Roo bounces between the two of us,I missed him by about this :spudwhat: much.Still think about that some times,like what if the gap had been fifty meters.We were doing about 130kms and were about 100 hundred kms from any town or help.Needless to say we didn't get where we where going that night cause Jack the chicken shit spat the dummy.Hey even on a full dress Harley that roo would'a won.

[georgedubyabush]

Oh yeah an the time I'm chasing my brother along a metal road in NSW somewhere,It's just on dusk and I'm thinking about the chance of a Kangaroo
being on the road.Bro's out front about 100meters an I'm pushing hard to stay with him,An then a big red Roo bounces between the two of us,I missed him by about this :spudwhat: much.Still think about that some times,like what if the gap had been fifty meters.We were doing about 130kms and were about 100 hundred kms from any town or help.Needless to say we didn't get where we where going that night cause Jack the chicken shit spat the dummy.Hey even on a full dress Harley that roo would'a won.

Yeah those Roos are nasty.
A guy I know in Oz was driving his boss's car late at night with boss asleep in the passenger seat, and 2 others asleep in the back. He hit one at about 130 which came through the windscreen and landed as a bloody, legless, writhing, fighting mass in the back seat. Imagine waking up with that on you.

[Wenier]

man those are some pretty bad stories u guys freak me out