Ever done a tank-slapper?

[dustin]

Dang Pete the people at the bus stop mustve thought you were pro!

 

[Pete]

Dang Pete the people at the bus stop mustve thought you were pro!

That is why I pulled about 2 blocks down before I pulled over for the "calm down smoke". I didn't want them to see my hands shake trying to light it.

 

[JustTodd]

Patch of black ice at 50mph made me almost flip over the handle bars. Definately a time to pull over to regain you're thoughts.

 

[Homer J]

1981 650 Honda Nighthawk. In California, sitting at a traffic light waiting to turn left. Light changes and like a goober I horse it, lean into the turn. Half way I feel the ass end hit the oil strip in the middle of the lane and start to come around. I do some quick calculations in my head and figure if I let off too much at that angle I am going to highside so I hold the throttle to burn off the oil and get traction. As I approach the other side of the intersection sideways, engine screaming I see the people waiting at the bus stop start to scatter. All of a sudden the back tire grabs and I pop (my first and last) wheelie. I hold the wheelie as I straighten up and head the correct direction. As soon as I realize I am not dead, and I have not crapped my pants I let off and drop the front wheel and motor off as though nothing happened.

I pulled over about 2 blocks away and enjoyed a calm down smoke before heading back out.

I had an '83 Nighthawk 650 when I was in college. Nice, warm, late spring day. Me and my buddys go out for a ride after taking finals. Rode down by the golf course. At a stop sign, the buds took off while I waited for a car to pass. I took off rather quickly to catch up when the way was clear. While looking far ahead to see which way the guys turned at the next intersection, I failed to notice that the road angled around a small lake. I entered the water at a very high rate of speed but the damn thing wouldn't get up on plane. Did the old flying W over the handle bars and ended up about twenty feet in front of the bike in about 3' of water. Apparently, I clench my legs so tight on the tank, you could see an imprint of the inseam of my jeans in the paint. My friends, by this time, were long gone. After a few choice expletives, some frat boys, who were partying along the lake shore, helped me drag the bike out of the water. Another friendly soul offered to put it in the back of his van and give me a ride back into town. We took it straight to the Honda shop and $650 later, I was back on the road again. Every time I washed it for the next several months, I would find sea weed in all the little nooks and crannys. My only regret is that no one got it on video tape. I'll bet it made a heck of a splash.

 

[pingrr]

My most recent close call was about 3 months ago. I was heading south to cross the Solomon's bridge going about 55. Then this dumb ass pulls out of the merge lane to get on the bridge. I had a feeling that this retard was going to pull out in front of me. So I was riding almost on the center line so I could go around him if he decided to pull out.

All of a sudden this retard makes a uturn. Out of all the possibilities I never saw this one coming. Anyways I swerved back to the left and got on the brakes as hard as I could. It was to the point were my back tire was bouncing and fishtailing back and forth. If my girlfriend wasn't on the back I'm sure the bike would have flipped over front wards.

I ended up missing the e back bumper of the car by about 6 inches. That would be the first time I ever heard of someone T-Boning a car on the Solomon's bridge.