Allright, keep it clean! This is about motorcycles. On second thought, amusing stories ARE amusing stories... Let me rephrase this: This thread is INTENDED to be about motorcycles. That's better. I am guessing that all of us have biffed it on occasion in a relatively mild fashion. So I'll start; The first time I dropped a street bike was in a friend's driveway. It was back when the world was still flat, and I had a Honda CB450. We were going to go somewhere in his car, and I needed to move the bike a bit so the garage door could open. My pal had gone into the house at this point, but I figured I could handle pushing the bike out of the way by myself since the driveway wasn't too steep. I was standing on the kick stand side; I leaned it up a bit too far, it started to fall over and I tried to hang on. It continued to fall and took me along for the ride. It landed on it's right side with me laying on top of it. As these things always seem to go, right about then my pal walks around the corner and finds me laying spread-eagled on top of the bike. He stops and stares for about one second, and then says, "I knew you liked your motorcycle, but I didn't know you liked it that much!" Thank You, Murphy...
Circa 1993...the first streetbike that I personally "owned." It was a 1989 FZR600, and it was (at the time) scary fast to me. Anyways, I was following my brother on his 1985 FJ600, and we were hitting some curves, and going at a reasonable but not dangerous pace. Ok, large blind sweeper, my bro goes first rails it, I see a car coming the other way, it has it's left blinker on, it lets my bro go by, I start to get closer, closer, then they turn. BTW, I still had a lot to learn about "street" bikes at the time. Anyways, they turn slow in front of me probably 50 yards up and I am leaned over, I nail the brakes, the bike stands up, pushes me to the outside onto this loose scree on the side of the pavement, I try and get her back on the road....no dice, I keep her up, heading slightly into the ditch...next I am in the ditch, still upright, fighting to keep her up, and next thing I know, I hit some dirt hump and next thing I know I see blue sky, grass, telephone pole, over and over. My bro freaked out when I didn't come around the corner, turned around, and saw the girls that cut me off run from their car to me. I was already up, and all my brother could get out of me was "my f*cking bike, look at my f*cking bike". I was fine physically, just banged up, and the FZR just needed a new windshield and a repaint on one side of the bike. The kicker is, I bought the bike from my other brother's friend who tossed it thru a field losing the cops. I just got it back together and painted two weeks prior. Only time I have ever went down while riding. I did kinda drop the ole FZR1000 in a garage, but the fall was mostly broken by me though.
LOL! Well, My first bike was a 1980 Kawasaki 440. I lived in Maryland at the time and was out for a nice country ride when I wanted to pull over for some reason I can't remember. Anyway, I pulled into a church parking lot were a freah load of pea-gravel had been laid. It was about 7inches deep, I did not know this and hit it at about 10-15 mph and it immediatly jerked the handlbars out of my hands and the bike was ripped out from under me! It happened so fast I landed on my feet and started running and stumbling but managed (barely) to stay on my feet. Nobody was around and i was just standing there dumbfounded. Must have been something to see! Picked the bike up and just a few scratches, nothing else. The gravel was so thick it broke the bikes fall. BZ
my first on the street was when a dump truck turned left in front of me with no signal (or else the signal was covered in dirt) anyway, I was trying to pass. It was my fault as much as his. I also was on an FZR 600 a 94 if I remember right. I had just finished getting it totally customized with a radical (at the time) red and purple with matching seat. I ended up trading it plus some cash for another money pit (read Jeep) a year or two later... I never did fix all the paint up again...
