What is your funniest bike crash? the better one gets 10 points
It was not mine but a friend was driving to work on a cool day, turning left at an intersection of two busy four-lane roads and lower face in the middle of the intersection. He rose, bowed to the people stopped at every red light, ran to his bike, picked it up and left.
I know because he was wearing my jacket when it crashed.
It crashed a lot. Helping him eventually gave me a ride on a motorcycle very rare although presented here: http://www.roadracingworld.com/magazine/ ...
My first accident happened in 1981 on the first day, I already owned a motorcycle, a Kawasaki 900 1976. I went into a corner to the left on a small road just off a path for a truck pikup come to me. I hit the gravel and rinse it before. I barely scraped the windshield clear and the Fixing broken. The two gaping old boys in the truck just sat and watched as I picked up the bike, threw the windshield in the bushes like a Frisbee and went.
My other two accidents are not as fun (broken ankle, broke his collarbone twice, crashed a brand new good friends first year R1).
Oops, forgot one. Leaving home for a Sunday stroll. Changing channels at low speed and low side: 1 / 2 mile from the house. The rubber stopper at the entrance of alternative fuel on carbohydrates was split leaving the fuel pump on the left side rear tire. When I arrived on the left side of the tire he just slipped. As I watched the bike slide away from me and stop, I panicked watching the fuel spout. Fortunately, it was almost empty. If I was around the next right, it would probably turn out of gas before going much further.
Cannot really say it's still not funny just a bit, but at Cadwell Park in 2002 that I ran into a GSX-R 600 for a female. I promised not to trash the new engine, while I did my best to make up time in the corners.
Well a little too saw me lose the front and towards the race off area of grass. As they have, there were a couple of bales of straw to slow you down when you are mobile. The combo of me and the bike hit the bail in the meantime just hop in bits!
Straw was flying 20 feet into the air and when I woke up I looked like a scarecrow! I guess it was a funny little, even if I jumped to my shoulder bone.
Posted on April 8, 2010.
