I know it may sound morbid, but I've always had a fscination with listening to other riders' crash stories... I mean, we all know there's only 2 kinds of riders, those that have been down and those that will go down eventually... I find myself listening with rapt attanetion every time someone is recounting their near-death experience, or just some lame mistake that resulted in a driveway topple... So, I'm askin' you guys to share your stories of crashes survived :thumbsup: Here's my 2, complete with pix: 1) I had just started riding, over a year and a half ago, and was a squid in every sense. I was riding my KZ550 GPZ, in chucks, shorts and a t-shirt... came up on a red light WAY too fast, smashed both brakes... rear wheel locked up, bike slid, then ended up tilting to the right, depositing me onto the pavement and into the intersection... I came down on my right elbow and noggin. My full-face lid saved my face, but my elbow now has a quarter-sized scar that'll never heal right... for a first crash, I feel lucky. My bike stayed runnin' on it's side, so I hit the kill switch... some guys pulled their truck over, helped me right the bike, and made sure I didn't need an ambulance... I actually rode home, and curled up on the porch with a bottle of peroxide... still wear the shirt I was wearin', with a hole in the shoulder and another near the waist, to remind me not to be so stupid again. Couple of shots of the elbow when I got home: 2) fast-forward about a year, I'd been riding my VFR 700 for about 2 months. I was lanesharing on the freeway, between the 2 leftmost lanes, doin' maybe 55 while the other traffic did approx. 50... (and with my pipe, most cars scootch over cuz they know I'm comin')... Out of the right lane comes some drool: on a shiny blue touring bike... apparently he wanted to laneshare, and hadn't bothered to check his mirrors first. I squeeze my brakes, go into a slight slide, but keep it under control and cut to his left, prayin' the hole's big enough. He keeps comin' over, our bikes' sides meet, and he pushes me into the rear end of an SUV... my bar-end slider punches a hole in her this lady's taillight, and my pinky ends up goin' in with the bar... the glass from the lens sliced through my leather armored glove, and cut my pinky open (looked a lot like when ya squash a grape, stuff was stickin' out where it shouldn't)... Luckily, that was the only damage. I was real sore for a few days, from tensing up prior to impact I guess... I scrubbed some plastic off my side panel, and the bike was fine :biggrin: Shots of the jacked-up pinky (mom was helpin' me clean it cuz I was bein' a pu$$y about it, lmao) So there ya have it... As far as crash stories go, nothin' terribly dramatic, but then I'm sorta grateful for that
