Worst for me leading the warm up lap for 150 street stock then going into Higgens at Manfield
Booooooom down I went and smashed my brand new helmet up and ripped my leathers and concussed myself couldnt remember a thing.
Or humming down the front straight final round on my 125 GP bike
Hit the breaking zone at turn one of manfield brake all sweet lapping the back markers still sweet tip in knee just about on ground changing down bike starts sliding on back wheel,
Shit Ive gone down one to many o well just ride the slide, lose power pull clutch so I can slip it for the exit, bike dies revs drop crap ive stalled it let clutch out slowly to get the back wheel spinning to turn engine on again at this point im commited I have a back marker behind me 1 in front and one on my side slowly slip clutch out back locks again,
Oh no thats a engien siezure pull clutch in hand up in air and swerve right and run into the gravel and that was it good bye my crank![]()
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Going through a roundabout, I'm almost out of the roundabout, indicating left to get out. Some moron just keeps coming, on my left, missed me by inches.
Scared the &#(%@ out of me.
Man, that potentially happens to me a few times per week at the roundabout near the airport. Cars coming from the miramar cutting often try to make a fast one in front of me, but don't have the power to get off to a decent start, so I'll end up coming to almost a dead stop right behind them mid-roundabout while they get their act together.
Either that, or keep my speed up and get clipped.
I think it's obvious which option I pick.![]()
I saw him coming right for me, and though "fuck I'm NOT making it out of this", I started to formulate what it would feel like as I came off
I accelrated as fast as I could, (thank god I was in first gear), and managed to JUST get ahead of him.
Heh. Well another scary moment on a bike is.. On my mountain bike at kapati bike park last month. Racing my mate down a section I didnt know..Went round a berm that was followed by a BIG jump (around 3-4 meters high). Going about 50km/h, the front wheel exited the berm in sand (who the fuck designed that), got wallowed out and I went over the jump pointing a bit too far to the left. Hit a tree at 50km/h. Ouch. Full contact. Went down, looked at my wrist. It was facing a direction I didnt want it to face. Waited two hours, no pain releif at all. Holy crap the pain was not good. Now I have four pins in my arm holding it all together. My x-rays arrived today and man... no wonder I have pins!!
So now I'm stuck without riding a motorbike for a while... at least another 3 weeks.
What had happened is that my mate went off the jump first and displaced the bit of carpet at the end of the berm. Lesson.. Never race a guy with a $15000 mountain bike.
Riding two up on the back of my mates ZX10 back in England. we found a nice long road & decided to nail it. Got up to 150mph & he ducked down a bit more, the wind got between us & the next thing i know i'm looking at the sky, lying flat out, still holding onto the grab rail with my legs under his arms. When he stopped we just fell about laughing like two little kids. The funniest scariest thing i have ever done!
I started off with nothing! But still have most of it left!?
Ha. Me and my mate raced a guy on a 250cc (not sure what brand/model but definitely four stroke) down long gulley and we owned on downhill. We just jumped over everything and he couldnt keep up. Of course they fucked off up the hill afterwards.. but still, mountain biking isnt something to be knocked. Plus, its nice to get away from the buzz of motorcycle engines once and a while... The only reason why you would call me a softcock was if I was riding a scooter..
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Years ago I was on a CB750F2 coming into the final bend before the straight leading to the bridge over the Manukau harbour heading for Onehunga (before the current motorway to the airport existed). I knew that corner like the back of my hand so I cornered at my normal speed that night in thick fog. Some idiot had filled a pothole with a smooth slippery surface whereas the rest of the road was volcanic chip. Needless to say, when my rear wheel hit the repair it slid out badly. Instictively my left leg went out straight, my foot hit the road square, ouch! Jarred but no damage to the leg and I managed to stay off the road. When my rear wheel reached the edge of the repair it gripped again. The momentum of the slide damn near threw me off. The bike now swings over to the right. Right leg out, bang, once more to the left and the bike stabilised again. I wsa damn lucky there was no traffic and I was in the left lane! I crossed both lanes and damn near hit the median barrier before regaining control.
Needles to say, I'm a little more carefull in fog since then.
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