Crashes That You Walked Away From.

[Paul in NZ]

Ouch

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...

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, 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...

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.

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Paul the Thumb
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this story gets my vote as the most gruesome and entertaining crash

[Two Smoker]

my little 250 nearly gets 200, well 190ish indicated

and my little 150 pulls 180kmh (a shade under) and with larger tyre it pulls 195kmh