Here's how it ended for me on a shiny new Honda CX650 Custom

1980...sitting at a red light in Zapata, TX. Stupid and young...neutral, not holding the brake, no situational awareness...bumped from behind and pushed into traffic. It happened fast! Stayed on the bike and looked left then right just in time to see a car coming. Teenager reflexes kicked in and I just lifted my legs as high as I could as a Cutlass took the bike out from under me. I was wearing my buddies helmet, taking it to his house for him. My head hit the windshield and left a crush mark. Flipped over the car and landed on the pavement behind her.
Other than a few bruises, I walked away unharmed. Stupid s**t lucky that God takes mercy on dumbasses or I wouldn't be walking today. The 650 was totaled.

 

1984, 18yrs old, RD400 Daytona special, motorhome turned left in front of me.....stabbed the rear brake, low sided up on a lawn.....luck AF

 

1978 on a Honda 360 SL. Nighttime. Was making a left hand turn into a residential area. A turn I had made hundreds of time before. But this time there was a big puddle of oil on the road, that I did not see. Bike went one way, I went another. No damage to me, bike was scuffed up a bit.

 

Like this one?

 

those xr 75's where awesome little bikes twisted the throttle on a few of those when I was young

 

First time on two wheels with my new to me $500 1982 GS650G, dad tries to explain how to release the clutch by telling me to "let it go." Needless to say I dumped the clutch and the bike when flying without me on it.

 

Forgot about my Cushman Scooter. Coming down a hill into a cul-de-sac at breakneck speed and rear brake disconnected. Jumped off, suffered multiple road rashes and the scooter went halfway through a garage door.

 

40 years of riding and have not yet laid a bike down. Maybe I am just lucky.

 

Hadn't owned my first motorcycle 2 blocks and I was on my *** the first time, repeated that position multiple times before I got it the 3 miles to my house, that I had zero idea how to actually ride one when I bought it has something to do it. That I survived the next 3 months is either grounds for believing in guardian angels or sheer blind luck. Didn't own a pair of jeans without a hole where a pocket used to be or an intact set of knees, learned about always riding with gloves that first day.

 

I got the controls mixed up on my first bike and plowed into a fuel tank support frame on the farm. My first battle scar was a bunch of stitches across my right knee cap.