UNDIE STAINING MOMENTS!!!

[Strika]

Well I'll start off. Preferably not ones where you actually crashed!!!

Circa 1990. Lavers Hill to Apollo Bay. Me GPX750, Ben-ZX10, me chasing him. Came up to a series of bends the first of which was a fast left 140 , which you then had to flop into a tighter right 120, then back around a fast sweeping left 160.

Mid turn in the first left is a bump, it took the gear lever knob off the ZX10, and spat it at my helmet! I ducked and it just missed me. But it was enough to distract me momentarily, enough so, that I couldn't get the bike cranked back over for the next right.

I Threw all my weight to the inside and pushed my shoulder into the bars for as long as I could before I ran out of tarmac! As I approached the edge of the road, I stood it up so the bike wouldn't lose traction in the dirt. I hadn't yet touched the brakes thank god. More probably through frozen fear than any real skill

I ended up moto crossing the GPX through the bush (The feckin Ottways People-major trees everywhere!) over the spoon drain, into the scrub, still probably doing 80-90 kph, dodgeing large tree trunks, and knocking over little shrubs and smaller saplings. I ended up coming back out of the bush and onto the road, about 1/3 of the way through the next left hander!

I just grabbed a few gears and got back on Bens tail! A quick look at Apollo bay showed several shrubs embedded within the fairings!

[javaman]

Coming down from Reefton towards lake mountain, didn't know what I was thinking maybe bored or laps of concentration ... suddenly found myself going straight through a bend luckily was not so fast and a handful of brakes stopped just before the cliff.

To add the problem someone behind me was following my path but luckily he recovered.

[the kid]

A late afternoon run around the Kew boulevard on my first road bike , Honda 350/4 , ran a bit wide on what we called "lookout corner " and scraped the headers along the curb for what seemed like 3 miles .
Had a half circle ground into the pipe from the round section on the top of the kerb .
Wobbled off home with ruined pipe and jocks . Hence the BPB Mars leather pants

[Strika]

A late afternoon run around the Kew boulevard on my first road bike , Honda 350/4 , ran a bit wide on what we called "lookout corner " and scraped the headers along the curb for what seemed like 3 miles .
Had a half circle ground into the pipe from the round section on the top of the kerb .
Wobbled off home with ruined pipe and jocks . Hence the BPB Mars leather pants

I've still got my BPB mars leather Jacket, but Billy the pants had to go for those exact reasons 15 years ago!!!!! Might be time buddy!!!!

[the kid]

A late afternoon run around the Kew boulevard on my first road bike , Honda 350/4 , ran a bit wide on what we called "lookout corner " and scraped the headers along the curb for what seemed like 3 miles .
Had a half circle ground into the pipe from the round section on the top of the kerb .
Wobbled off home with ruined pipe and jocks . Hence the BPB Mars leather pants

I've still got my BPB mars leather Jacket, but Billy the pants had to go for those exact reasons 15 years ago!!!!! Might be time buddy!!!!

Mate that incident was circa '78 and the only one who would wear the BPB pants is that wanker LEO Wouldn't be seen dead in em myself

[Wattie]

about 6 months ago, on the road to broke from old pacific hwy

was folowing a particular zx10, with another particular zx10 a bit behind,
headed into a right hander, thought to myself i wasnt gunna make this one, so i backed it off and applied some brakes, not alot, but enough to stand it up a bit.
ended up with and into some loose stuff, (suface was kinda new and has some loose bits around the white lines)
then saw myself riding through a ditch/drain half airborne over rocks and the managed to get out before i hit one of those white post things, spent the nest couple of kays looking down to see if i has a flatspot or 2 on the back wheel.

but after that i told myself i'd not use bt20's again... just a confidence issue.

i couldnt made it easy if i had've trusted myself to stick it in a bit more.

[mick_dundee]

Once on an MRA ride to Kyneton on the Burke and Wills track, I had a mate in front of me on a VFR 750, I rode a Gilera 180cc 2stroke scooter back then. Hammering to keep up with him (and I was by and large) when this corner appeared out of nowhere, holy shit Batman, no fecing way did I (or probably the bike either) have the ability to take that corner at that speed.

Quick look at options, no cars on other side of the road and a dirt road heading down that way, went straight down said dirt road and hit the anchors pulling up 2 metres short of a wire fence.

Everyone else in front comes riding back to see what the big dust cloud was, I just rode off as if nothing had happened albeit with a pucker on the bike seat.

[photomike666]

I was riding a friends CR80 along a pathway between between a field and a freeway. Un-be-known to me, a fence post had fallen and grass had conviently cover said post. Whack, I hit the hidden concrete and the front tyre blows. The bike veers left and there is only a thin wooden fence between me and on coming traffic on the freeway. I pull hard right and career straight into the fence bordering the field. The bike stands against a post, wire tangled in the wheel and I flip over the fence into the field.

At first I'm annoyed that I broke my watch, then the gash in my leg starts to sting where it hit the wire fence. It was sort of deep, but didn't bleed. I thought, hey, ripped jeans are in, cool.

3 years later I crashed a CR500 well enough to get a few hours in hospital, and the nurse saw the scar and said I probably sould have had 25 stiches. Shit happens eh?

[FrogZ]

Norwell trackday, lots of rain the night before, self on ZX7R.
Out of a 180 constant radius turn, had noticed the back had begun to slide on the way out and so decided to push it a bit harder (on MEZ3's, dont ask).
Due to the rider more than the tyres the bike (or more likely me) eventually reached its limit and a got a start of low side into a snap roll off high side that was saved (PURE ars), this was when the fun started....
On to grass (like glass) with water spraying off the tyres in a right hand full lock slide Crumpie would be proud of, getting it straight just in time to go through a drain full of water (you would think I would learn eh ) OVER the pit in road to land in a what ended as a full lock left hand slide that was at JUST the right angle to get me back onto the track..... all PURE ars
I have pulled into the pits at the luckily close next exit still crapping myself and starting to shake from aderenalin rush (not fear oh no ) to have Bernie Hatton who had seen the LOT (obv.) from behind me slap me on the back and go "Man I now we call you Froggie but you just LOVE that swamp eh?" before pointing down to the back of the lower fairing where water grass and much were still streeming out and just about fell off his bike laughing...... for the very few times he has and does see me he always laughs and gives me a yell.
But that might more to do with another Bernie incident and be left for another thread Strike might start about high speed stacks.

Which brings me to the moral - Just because you CAN ride bikes, doesnt mean you SHOULD...

[Phil]

yeah i've had one of these.......and even better a few people saw it tim being one of them.........

anyway i was comming up this hill, i come out of a 25k harpin uphil in second gear (its cambered but bumpy) and nail it, just as it hits 6K or so there is this rigde in the road that i pop it onto the back wheel and wheelie up the hill

anyway, on this particular day there was a car in front just before the corner, so i drop back a little and slow down to give me enough room to do my wheelie......anyway comming ot of the corner i dont think i'm going to be in the right rev range when i hit the bump so as i hit it i just give a little (and i mean little) tug on the bars and farkin up she comes - straight past the balance point making my legs come off the pegs and flail behind........still leaning forward for all i'm worth and trying to not let go it starts going from left to right....wobbling from side to side....then for some reason the front came down, i climbed back on and shat my self.

2 corners later is a rare right knee down corner...so i did what anyone else would do and ground the sucker into the tarmac and sparked up the boys behind.

tim saw the whole thing and commented that its the closest anyone has vere come to crashing (biaggi's feet were still on the pegs) but didnt.....and thats rich considering some of the things i've seen him save...i'll get him to post about the picton road exit one one day

i have never done a wheelie there again

[Phil]

Well I'll start off. Preferably not ones where you actually crashed!!!

Circa 1990. Lavers Hill to Apollo Bay. Me GPX750, Ben-ZX10, me chasing him. Came up to a series of bends the first of which was a fast left 140 , which you then had to flop into a tighter right 120, then back around a fast sweeping left 160.

Mid turn in the first left is a bump, it took the gear lever knob off the ZX10, and spat it at my helmet! I ducked and it just missed me. But it was enough to distract me momentarily, enough so, that I couldn't get the bike cranked back over for the next right.

I Threw all my weight to the inside and pushed my shoulder into the bars for as long as I could before I ran out of tarmac! As I approached the edge of the road, I stood it up so the bike wouldn't lose traction in the dirt. I hadn't yet touched the brakes thank god. More probably through frozen fear than any real skill

I ended up moto crossing the GPX through the bush (The feckin Ottways People-major trees everywhere!) over the spoon drain, into the scrub, still probably doing 80-90 kph, dodgeing large tree trunks, and knocking over little shrubs and smaller saplings. I ended up coming back out of the bush and onto the road, about 1/3 of the way through the next left hander!

I just grabbed a few gears and got back on Bens tail! A quick look at Apollo bay showed several shrubs embedded within the fairings!

must be some thing about gpx's....i've seen tim do exactly the same thing

[Smitty]

me...???
first really long ride with KSRCians ...out on the ZX12
out back to Gippy and beyond
following Buck (I was TEC) on his ZX7r
nice sweeping right hander
both of us out left...and then pick an apex
which is the white line in the middle of the road
but
the white line is still wet from the road markers
we passed ....what seems like ages before

wet white paint and bike tyres don't match
as both of us end up slipping...sliding back towards
the cliff face on our left

then the tyres grab and the bikes try and highside us
both of catch the bikes
and then catch up with the rest of the crew ..having a smoko a
few k's up the road

when there......
we both larf about it and check out the white stripes
..on the bottom of our bikes



cheers

[Plaz]

Mine is pretty similar to Phil's.
Hammering out of a 25km corner on the Uraidla to Mt Lofty Rd and over a ridge where everyone gives the front wheel some lift. For some reason I must have been in a hurry that day cause I exited the corner, gave it the berries and sure enough up came the front.........followed by a large over rev as the rear left the road as well. Didn't think much to it, rear came down really easy and I went to wind it on and set up for the next corner. I didn't realise fully in my exicitement that the front was still up there and as I wound on I nearly flipped it and truly shat myself. My arse was so puckered at the end of that road i had to get a spatular to separate me from the seat.

[Ratmick]

Going up the Westgate in rush hour on the mighty GPX250R with L Plates. Semi trailer merges straight into my lane from the Kororoit Creek Road on-ramp and tries to merge the cab of a 40+ tonne mass of 18-wheeled American steel and rubber with 145kg of Japanese aluminium and plastic...and 85-odd kg of wobbly flesh.

I haul on the anchors and the GPX tries very hard to pull a 'controlled' stoppie...in bumper-to-bumper wall-to-wall rush hour traffic...at 100-odd km/h. From this point everything slows down like a Hollywood special-effect. The GPX is bleeding off speed fast, but the semi is approaching from the left faster than I'm slowing down. I move as far right as I can get without (literally) sitting on the guy in the right lane's wing mirror, and start counting sets of wheels. After what seemed about 3 months, but must have been only five seconds or so, I eventually run out of trailer just before I run out of lane. Meanwhile the guy in the right slows and virtually crushes his car into the rhs concrete dividing wall on my behalf and the guy behind looks like he's just been goosed with a cattle prod.

Don't know WTF the guy in the truck was thinking, though someone on this forum said he was probably off his head and watching his own private UFO hovering above the on-ramp .

There was a period on my GPX when I had my L's when I was convinced every bastard on the road was trying to kill me. It was a regular occurence to get run off the road, merged into, overtaken on the left (in the emergency lane) or suffer insipient road-rage incidents because you had the temerity to be in someone's preferred lane at the wrong time.

The was an instance of running wide on a tight left-hander going between Diamond Creek and Healesville (sharp drop on the inside of the corner, cliff face on the outside)...Luckily no-one coming the other way. There was an attempt to smear myself on a cliff face up on the Spur on the same ride (I'm sure Ron thought I had a death wish).

[Groggles]

Mine is pretty similar to Phil's.
Hammering out of a 25km corner on the Uraidla to Mt Lofty Rd and over a ridge where everyone gives the front wheel some lift. For some reason I must have been in a hurry that day cause I exited the corner, gave it the berries and sure enough up came the front.........followed by a large over rev as the rear left the road as well. Didn't think much to it, rear came down really easy and I went to wind it on and set up for the next corner. I didn't realise fully in my exicitement that the front was still up there and as I wound on I nearly flipped it and truly shat myself. My arse was so puckered at the end of that road i had to get a spatular to separate me from the seat.

and there was this one time......on the western hwy.........