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Thumper74
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 08:01 pm: |
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I'll go first... When I FIRST got my first Buell, I went into a corner WAY to hot (and way above my skill level) and went into the gravel. I saved it, but needed to clean my draws out. More recently... Coming back to TWO from the gas station near town, in the dark, with two six packs in the saddle bag lead to a hairy moment where I almost completely overshot the turn. This morning... I've been taking a backroad (read: kinda twisty) to work. I've also been working on wheelies. I bested myself with a whopping 1' wheelie (felt like it was straight up)... when I hit the rev limiter... I'm not counting the deer I almost hit a few weeks ago. Or the drunk going the wrong way on a oneway street. |
Buellinachinashop
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 08:13 pm: |
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Besides all the near misses with cagers, I'd have to say when I was riding the XB for the second time, I was at a stop sign going to make a right hand turn. I thought I had plenty of time to get out in front of 2 cars that were coming (4 lane rd) and I over goosed the throttle and let the clutch out too fast...boom, wheelie while making a turn..it was even scarier when I was headed for the opposite lane of traffic with cars coming at me. I got lucky, but the muddy river was making its way to the mouth of the bay. |
Brumbear
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 08:38 pm: |
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I guess back in the 90's I had a FatBoy and was riding the twisties and moving ok for the size of it went into a corner to hard banged off the ground so hard scrubbed all my speed and stood it up and went litterely skiping into the other lane but it happened so slowly I had time to think all the way through it scared me some I'll tell ya |
Eboos
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 09:00 pm: |
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I missed my brake point into turn 3 at Loudon and exited wide. Went off the track and got into a highspeed off road tank slapper. I managed to save it, but I was pretty freaked out. |
Etennuly
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 09:20 pm: |
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I had one today. This story should start with "really, this is how it happened". I was riding back to my office, going through Knoxville on Magnolia st., when an older fellow with a four post walker came into view in the median. Fortunately I was paying attention way out there. I was running about 55mph, a car was passing me on the right, I was cruising in the left lane and the old guy makes a run for it. He must have not seen my orange Uly with both headlights aimed at him. He got about two thirds across my lane and stopped for the car in the right lane......then he saw me. I didn't know a guy that has to use one of those walkers could hold it over his head! I slowed way down and went out into the median of grass to steer around him in case he fell over backwards. Luckily there was no traffic behind us. It is a good thing to look ahead and pay attention to the road. It all happened in ten seconds or less, and could have been such a mess. Well, he may have had a personal mess. |
Glitch
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 09:42 pm: |
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Right there, I was going towards TWO on Wolf Pen Gap one winter's day. Hit a little bit too much throttle and the rear end came around on me. There's a video of the incident if I can dig it up. |
Ft_bstrd
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 10:00 pm: |
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I got some deodorant in my mouth once. That'll make you pucker. |
Igneroid
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 10:04 pm: |
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Back in 1974 when my Z1 was new, I was goin down the highway on this particular straitaway about as fast as that Z1 would go(Mebey 130 mph). Im comming up on a pickup/camper unit but figure Ill just whizz around him using my one good brain cell. Anyhow, I think the pickup/camper driver looks in his rear view and see's a bike way back there and decides to pass a slow moving car in front of him that I didnt see/know was there. Well at 130, I come up on the 50 mph camper a tad quicker than my other good brain cell could comprehend. Didnt have time to even brake and just went between them at mebey 110. I thought my handle bars were gonna hit the door mirrors of these two vehicles as I screamed through. The old sphincter was puckered up tighter than a brown balloon knot.......Im a luckey bastage... |
Cochise
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 10:27 pm: |
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I got some deodorant in my mouth once. That'll make you pucker. +1 Mine involves TMI, but suffice it to say, my wife went a little wide on her spreading about of deodorant.} |
Swampy
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 10:35 pm: |
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M119, last year riding with Hardcore. A right hand up hill switchback, a little bit of sand on the inside and the back wheel moves ever so slightly to the left, my foot was already rubbing the ground and I thought it would be a good idea to tap the ground because I thought it was going farther. My foot caught and was way behind the bike when the tire caught again, I did a one legged Superman and streached my groin. I think my boot hit the pulley and tire. One time in band camp, I had the Little Kid on the back of the Sportster and while running down a back road came up to a 10 MPH left hander a little too fast and really had to push it way over to make the corner, scraping the kickstand loud enough to make the Little Kid question what broke. It was make the corner or go swimming in a 10 foot drainage ditch. Thats all... |
Miamiuly
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 10:43 pm: |
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1993, first trip to bikeweek in daytona, had only been riding on the street about a year, maybe less. A friend and I were invited to ride up in a LARGE group and sleep on the floor of one of the group's rooms. Something like 75 sportbikes, they broke into groups. The above 150mph group, the 135mph group and so on. I was following in a group at around 100mph, (riding an fzr 600) when I got slowed up by some cars that I didn't want to blow by. So I slowed to around 80mph and went to pass on the left of the car. I was basically in the breakdown lane passing the car not too quickly when they decided to swerve at me some. I only glanced to the left to see how much road I had left and of course the bike followed my head. Now I was off road, doing around 80mph on a sportbike. My first thought was, "I'm dead." Then I got control of myself, and thought, "you've ridden in plenty of loose sand on dirtbikes, just keep your weight back and stay on pegs and on the throttle a little." I was kicking up a dirt/dust trail that looked like something was burning. One of the guys in my group pulled along side as I was still off road and asked, "What the hell are you doing?" I explained what happened and that, "I was looking for a good place to get back on the road." there was loose gravel as kind of a barrier and then the 2" lip of the road edge, I was in more of a sandy grass area. The guy said, "There aint going to be a good place, you just gotta do it." So I leaned left to get a little run up and then leaned it right and got on the road safely. Wanted to kill that Jetta with the Harley Davidson sticker on the window. I was smart enough to realize how lucky I had been and let it go. I probably rode about a full mile or more, it only lasted a minute or two. Memory for a lifetime. Last time I ever felt like I had to keep up in a group. Didn't even know which hotel to meet at if separated. I left daytona with only two other riders. A 27 year old dentist from that group died when the police set up a roadblock at the bottom of a hill to stop him as he was fleeing from getting pulled over. Sad. (Message edited by miamiuly on June 25, 2008) |
Oldog
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 11:14 pm: |
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I had a GS 1000 that I commuted to a community colledge in an Atlanta Suburb. I was returning from lunch the bell rang and I whacked the throttle to sprint to a parking spot, the bike went side ways, as it came aroung I was nearly full lock I Knew that a high side was coming, LUCKY for me not that day. 2nd was riding with the C3 group near the fish camp and trying to keep up ( err not ) approaching the first (serious) corner at triple digit speeds and realizing that I was going too fast I went thru using the entire road while on the brakes, I learned 2 things 1. its good to ride with better riders to learn 2. RIDE YOUR OWN PACE. |
Ft_bstrd
| Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2008 - 11:27 pm: |
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my wife went a little wide on her spreading about of deodorant Dear Lord! LMAO! I got an instant mental image! My dad had a habit of drinking directly out of the communal "water jug" we had in the refrigerator. Being the germ phobic anal retentive I was and seeing how my father failed to heed my requests to cease and desist, I was forced to take the law into my own hands. I applied a copious amount of Mitchum "Two Day" deodorant to the mouth of the refreshment container. Needless to say, it was one of the three all time best spit takes. My sister insisted on using MY tube of toothpaste instead of hers. Worse yet, she LICKED the end of the tube just to piss me off. At the time, we were using Aim gel. Strangely enough, it's the exact same shade and appearance as Palmolive dish washing liquid. I backed her tube and my tube up enough to allow a small void space and then filled it with Palmolive. She used hers and was unpleasantly surprised. She reached for mine to get the taste out of her mouth, and, well, got a second dose. I was able to finish the remainder of my tube of toothpaste in peace. |
Nevrenuf
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 06:51 am: |
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you are one cold person fat!! i usually have a pucker moment every time i ride in the mountains.(tend to get carried away up there) |
Barker
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 07:19 am: |
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1. Going completely airborne with the NineR on wolf pen gap, then landed into a tank slapper. 2. When I got ran off the track @ barber by a buell employee. I stayed up. He apologized. |
Buellinachinashop
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 08:53 am: |
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"I got some deodorant in my mouth once." Don't make Bloody Mary's then hit the can for a pee. |
Damnut
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 09:09 am: |
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My worse pucker moment.......... when the girlfriend told me she was pregnant. |
Phat_j
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 09:42 am: |
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when i lived out west in phoenix, both of these things happened to me.... 1 was following a pick up truck with a rack on top that had a wheel barrow on top of the rack, well needless to say, the wb didnt stay there, looked up and here it comes at me..... luckey enough, i make sure to stay aware of the vehicles around me and i knew there was one behind me, and to my left, but not my right... so i moved right, and the wb, went right through the radiator of the bmw behind me... 2 very similar situation out in phoenix, heavy traffic cars to both left, right, front rear.. truck in front of me goes squarly over a partial roll of carpet, maybe 6-8 inches tall..... not sure how this one didnt kill me, but i just held firmly on the bars, but not locking up and rolled right over it... this was at about 50 mph |
Buellinachinashop
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 09:42 am: |
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"My worse pucker moment.......... when the girlfriend told me she was pregnant." One of mine was when she told me she aborted the little shaver without telling me. |
Hexangler
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 10:19 am: |
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"My worse pucker moment.......... when the girlfriend told me she was pregnant. " Did she ever tell you who was the father?
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Hexangler
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 10:29 am: |
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My FIRST pucker moment was when I was 19, riding back from work on my MotoGuzzi V50III, at 4am from San Francisco to Berkeley (I worked security at the DNA lounge--an after hours night club). I fell asleep while on HWY 80, and woke up two lanes over from where I thought I was. Jot's dots (those reflective bumps) woke me up. |
Ratbuell
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 10:30 am: |
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Merging onto the highway one evening on the way home from work, riding my FLHP. Light rain, didn't think I was going *that* fast, and flat-tracked that big ol' bagger at about 50mph. It's a sweeping ramp, neutral camber, I came around and goosed it to merge and the back end just walked around to the left on me. Here I am, guy-in-black on a cop bike, bars at full left lock, bike nice and (surprisingly) stable, still banked like I'm making a right, but here I am looking down the road in my direction of travel, directly over my left shoulder. Cagers left me plenty of space after that little display.... |
Damnut
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 10:48 am: |
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I don't care who you are, that's some funny shit right there Hex. |
Sarodude
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 11:23 am: |
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I live up a canyon / mountain sorta road. There's some small ranches in parts and their associated horse crossings. Well, 'twas raining. The trip TO the office (on the FXD) had been pretty uneventful. On the ride home, with the bike leaned a bit over for a left hander that goes through one of these horse crossings, I found out just how ludicrously slippery this patch of wet horsecrossing was. I've tested out wet paint on other roads - and NOTHING is as slippery as the crossings on San Francisquito Canyon Rd. But I digress.... The Dyna's front end gently tucked under for the length of the crossing. The rear entered the crossing and now I was two wheel drifting. I wished I had dirt experience. That thought became even more relevant as I was eyeing the end of the pavement - and what seemed like my inevitable trek through it on a 650 pound bike. I held the power right where it was (enough for about the 60 mph cruise I was in), stayed light on the handlebars, and rode through a few oscillations as the tires and pavement haggled over the cost of traction. They came to an agreement with maybe a foot or so of pavement to spare. The NICE thing about the rain is that it makes the oscillations on the Dyna much softer. I've had a couple in the dry - and the beast feels like a large hammer beating upward on my spine from my tailbone. That's one I coulda done without. -Saro |
Dobr24
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 01:43 pm: |
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I was 21, dumb and not wearing any safety gear, but a helmet. Running along at about 60mph the cager in front of me loses a muffler. I am following so close I don't even see it and run right over the muffler. My front wheel kicks the sharp end of the broken muffler up and it digs into the top of my foot. Now mind you I was wearing sandals. Luckily for me the leather strap on my sandal saved me from having my toe chopped right off. Only by pure dumb luck did I stay upright. I cannot believe how lucky I was. Anymore when I ride there is always the expectation in the back of my mind that I am going down. I have made peace with this fact and it has allowed me to be a little more free with my riding style. I no longer pucker as bad when the front wheel loses grip or rear wheel slides, I just stay on the gas and look at the corner exit. I don't need to see where I may end up. I just know that I have taken what precautions I can to protect myself and keep rolling! |
Djkaplan
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 02:18 pm: |
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"Right there, I was going towards TWO on Wolf Pen Gap one winter's day." The Wolf bit me going the other way in 2000. I always blamed it on an old oil slick in the road... but in retrospect, it was all me. That was the first time I ever dropped a streetbike on pavement... I made it from 1978 to 2000 without ever dropping a bike on the street. That's all over with now, but it took the Wolf to do it. ...shudder... |
Cityxslicker
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 02:34 pm: |
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When I lost my kickstand last month. I was riding off road in a different direction than I normally do, and what had been a gentle up hill in the reverse direction became a dramatic drop. 3 days of hard rain had washed out under the berm. I hit it in 2 gear at 35mph in darkness... There was a couple of seconds of airborne wtf wheel spinning and revving. I was not expecting that! Big heavy bike to be catching air on. Hit the ground, swerved, knocked a outcropped tree stump and lost my kickstand, thwacked my ankle pretty good too. Took 3 weeks to get the kickstand back. I have been out since with a field shovel and taken down that berm a bit. |
Hammeroid
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 03:01 pm: |
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I wish I had puckered, then I wouldn't have sharted. |
Ravensmith22
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 03:26 pm: |
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I was riding home from a friends house about 12:30 in the morning, on dry freeway pavement, when I saw the car in front of me start to spin out on a curve. I remember thinking "This isn't good..." That's when I was hit from behind by yet another drunk driver (I assume, no one stopped). I don't remember much after that, just the state trooper who found me taking off my helmet, and hearing the EMTs talk about cutting my jacket. I heard later that one of the poor paramedics almost pissed himself when this almost corpse yelled out "Don't cut my jacket!!" Well, it was my favorite Buell jacket. They cut it anyway. A year and a half later, I was riding again on another 9R, but I still get a little paranoid about tailgaters. Go figure. |
Swordsman
| Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - 10:12 pm: |
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I guess mine was, what, last year? Taking HWY 156 (I think) between Calhoun and Lafayette. There's a rather small mountain (okay, ridge) that you zip up and over in just a few minutes. It's got 3 or 4 great turns, and I was going into the very first one hotter than I ought. It was a left-hand curve, bordered by one helluva ditch that immediately becomes a sheer rock wall. I just knew I was gonna' plaster myself into the side of it. Amazingly, the Ss literally glided through it, like it was no big deal at all... it was just a case of me underestimating my machine. I didn't even touch pegs! A buddy of mine had a close call with a semi just recently! It pulled right out in front of him and his 650cc cruiser. Luckily he'd been paying attention, and was prepared. He dodged around it and went WOT, but the bumper still managed to tag his saddle bags enough to knock the bike forward (just enough angle on it) an extra dozen feet. The truck never even slowed down... probably never saw him at all. Had the angle of impact been just a little less, it would have knocked him over sideways, and he'd probably have been crushed. Scary sh!te right there! ~SM (Message edited by Swordsman on June 26, 2008) |
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