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Anyone who has owned a motorcycle for any length of time has a few stories to tell. Would anyone be willing to share the story of when you laid their motorcycle down?

Here is mine: 11 years ago I was cruising down a remote gravel road doing about 35 mph on my Honda CT-110 trail bike. The sun was in my eyes which caused me to fail to see a ridge of deep gravel. The next thing I new I was traveling on my knees and palms. When I came to a stop I looked around to see if there were any witnesses. There were none. No serious injury was received, buy my pride was damaged and there was some blood and a little missing skin. I picked the Honda up and rode home conquered.

A fall is not funny at the time, but with the passing of time it becomes so.
 

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There is some great stories here:

http://tw200forum.com/forum/general-discussion/8418-what-your-most-embarressing-er-ah-accident-your-tw.html

Here's another one from a while back.

I started out with riding a friends mini bike, I think it was a Rupp or a Montgomery Wards or something like that. I also had a friend who had a Honda 50 which I loved riding. I think it was the Honda that gave me that first sense of freedom and with the wind blowing in my hair (25 mph felt like I was going a 100) back then, it was a real adrenaline rush to a kid for sure. I was 12 or 13 then and after going home would dream about motorcycles. I really loved them and wanted one so bad.

I had one incident in which my father was not pleased with me at all. I was hanging out with my friends at the schoolgrounds one weekend, just messing around, typically up to no good and one of our friends showed up with his new bike that his Dad had got him. He wasn't supposed to have it out at all without his Dad, but had snuck it out and drove by to show it off to us. We were all out on the baseball field and after begging and begging to ride it and sharing with him my vast (ha ha) experience, he reluctantly let me climb aboard it. It was a new bike, so shiny and cool looking. I think it was a Yamaha in the 80-125cc range, I don't really remember, it was a long long long time ago.

Anyway, after driving it around the field for a minute or two, someone suggested I jump it off the pitchers mound. Great Idea! (I thought)....so.... I drove it out a bit in the field, hit the throttle and headed for the mound. I went flying off the mound probably doing all of about 20-25 mph and suddenly realized that I was headed straight for the backboard. I remember this sinking feeling knowing I was going to crash into it, so laid it down and fell off the bike. The bike continued on, crashing into the backboard and bouncing off (I can still see the whole thing in my head, even though it was almost 50 years ago). Although I tried to convince the guy that his bike was ok, it wasn't. The shifter had punched a hole in the case, oil was leaking everywhere, the handlebars were bent sideways and the mirror was sheared off. He pushed it home, oil leaking all the way with parts dangleing and hanging off the bike. I knew I was going to be in a world of s**t when Dad found out. Well sure enough, my friend and his Dad showed up at the house a couple of hours later. I hadn't said a word to my Dad hoping the whole thing would just go away...and I wouldn't get in any trouble. It took a few months of my hard earned paper route money to pay for it and my friends Dad wouldn't let him hang around with me anymore..ha ha, wonder why?

By the time I was 14, my dream bike was a Triumph 650 Bonneville. I had a poster of one in my room and stared at it daily and dreamed of having one someday. I was still delivering the morning paper and noticed a guy who lived 3 doors down the street from us who had one in his garage. I stopped one day and asked him about it. He was in the military and was getting shipped out and wanted to sell it!!!!!!! WOW!!!!! It wasn't a 650, but was a vintage 57 hardtail 500 in cherry condition. Hey..good enough, right? I asked him how much he wanted for it, figuring I might be able to get it since I was going to get my license in another year and a half. He was selling the bike, two helmets, leather jackets and two toolboxes of tools and was asking 85 bucks for the whole works, believe it or not! I went home as fast as I could thinking about how I might obtain this deal of a lifetime bike. I guess I could live with a 500, if I had too, ha ha. I remember going home, being a real good boy and cutting the yard without being asked or pleaded with. Then, casually mentioning to Dad this bike I had found and what a good deal it was and that I should get it before it's gone,...bla bla bla...and that I would soon have my license, bla bla bla...that I could park it in the garage and not ride it till then...bla bla bla...hoping within, that good ol Dad would see my wisdom in getting it now before its too late.

Well....
Dad said No and that was it. No amount of begging, pleading, crying or falling on the floor kicking my feet and pitching a fit would help either. I suppose there was wisdom in his saying no, but I didn't forgive him for a long time for that one. Yeah, I know, I probably would have killed myself on it for sure.

** I got even with Dad later when I stole 2 Zildjian Cymbals and a Samuri Sword that he had brought back from WW2 from him and traded them for 2 hours of riding time on a friends 125.

And....
I still dream of riding motorcycles...;)
 

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When I was 18 I was coming down echo pass on highway 80 having spent a few days with friends in South Lake Tahoe when I came to a line of cars going up the pass. Just as I was coming by them a drunk decided to turn left into a bar called Little Norway. He turned right in front of me. I plowed straight into that El Camino breaking both arms severely and a few other assorted things. I was riding a Honda 450 scrambler I dearly loved.
This is what it looked like.

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It pains me just thinking of you with broken arms and a totaled Honda. That one will never seem funny. It was a beautiful bike.

My worst fall was pretty unique. I was on a dirt bike high on a mountain trail. The trail was narrow and to my right it was a very steep drop off. I stopped to savor the view. While I was looking across the mountain I lost my balance to the right. I slide about 15 feet down the mountainside and my motorcycle landed on top of me. It was Hell just getting if off me, then with my damaged body I had to drag that thing back up on the trail. I had to deal with it as best I could, it was 35 miles from home. It's ironic that my worst motorcycle accident happened when I was parked.


I can't afford an accident at my age, so I drive very carefully. I only go on dirt roads and trails outside city limits. It is 1 mile from my house to the edge of city limits. There are thousands of miles of remote roads and trails near me. This is why I bought a TW, it is quite safe and handles dirt roads beautifully.
 

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These stories all make for great reading. Entertaining and informative insights into your lives, like now I know how fielding developed his aversion to gravel in his knees and palms.
Thanks for sharing and keep 'em coming. Seems like most all of us have been riding since kids so there are bound to be some more treasured stories out there.
I seem to have a guardian angel who looks after me when I do stupid stuff so my stories are tame by comparison. A funny story is that once solo dirt biking on Mt.Spokane, Washington while trying to flat-track back the bike into a corner slideways I lost it over the edge. When the dust settled I was fine but my KDX was perched perfectly on top of a cut off pine stump way down the slope just as if it was on a bike stand.
 

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Wow. It's amazing that you could think there was something funny about that accident. I don't drive in traffic. There are too many unpredictable people out there to suite me. My wife asks me what is so great about a motorcycle. She won't have a thing to do with one. It's difficult to explain, but it has some connection to freedom. I require more freedom than most people. In a car I am surrounded by plastic and glass. Visibility is poor at best, and I feel trapped. On a bike the visibility is maximum. I feel safe and how could I ever explain the feeling of the wind through my hair and shirt on a hot day. Nothing can compare. Well, a plane comes close. I have also owned two airplanes. One of them had a canopy lid instead of doors. I would slide the canopy back and fly it open cockpit. Flying has become too expensive, so I have to settle for the TW.
 

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Wow. It's amazing that you could think there was something funny about that accident. I don't drive in traffic. There are too many unpredictable people out there to suite me. My wife asks me what is so great about a motorcycle. She won't have a thing to do with one. It's difficult to explain, but it has some connection to freedom. I require more freedom than most people. In a car I am surrounded by plastic and glass. Visibility is poor at best, and I feel trapped. On a bike the visibility is maximum. I feel safe and how could I ever explain the feeling of the wind through my hair and shirt on a hot day. Nothing can compare. Well, a plane comes close. I have also owned two airplanes. One of them had a canopy lid instead of doors. I would slide the canopy back and fly it open cockpit. Flying has become too expensive, so I have to settle for the TW.

From airplanes to a TW and your comparing the two? I must say I LOVE it:D Only thing I know about planes is that they are really fun to jump out of. I never have felt comfortable actually landing in one:(


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I was about 17 yrs old riding a 1976 Honda Mr250 that was street legal, barely, and saw 2 of the best looking cheerleaders in the high school parking lot. Anyway, I popped a wheelie all across the asphalt lot, set the front down , came to a stop right beside them and fell over on my side. My shoe laces had caught on the gear shift lever. Damn bitches laughed at me and walked off while I tried to get a 300 lb dirt bike off my leg. That hurt more than any wreck I had that brought blood.
 

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I was about 17 yrs old riding a 1976 Honda Mr250 that was street legal, barely, and saw 2 of the best looking cheerleaders in the high school parking lot. Anyway, I popped a wheelie all across the asphalt lot, set the front down , came to a stop right beside them and fell over on my side. My shoe laces had caught on the gear shift lever. Damn bitches laughed at me and walked off while I tried to get a 300 lb dirt bike off my leg. That hurt more than any wreck I had that brought blood.

It would have been near impossible not to laugh at such a spectacle. There is no justice.
 

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I was about 17 yrs old riding a 1976 Honda Mr250 that was street legal, barely, and saw 2 of the best looking cheerleaders in the high school parking lot. Anyway, I popped a wheelie all across the asphalt lot, set the front down , came to a stop right beside them and fell over on my side. My shoe laces had caught on the gear shift lever. Damn bitches laughed at me and walked off while I tried to get a 300 lb dirt bike off my leg. That hurt more than any wreck I had that brought blood.
I witnessed a similar event however the young ladies involved did anything but laugh. They were very concerned for the young showoff's well being. There was damage to the bike and one of the ladies called her brother to bring his pickup truck to give the rider and his bike a ride home. Those two ladies showed a lot of class and the young show off grew up a little bit that day.


I fly too, but I wouldn't exactly say I "settle" for the TW. I chose the TW and love every minute of it, and also enjoy every minute I'm in the air as well. Just got back from a flight about an hour ago actually :cool:
I used to fly. I accumulated a whopping 220 hours, then the novelty wore off and I quit. I have never looked back and regretted the decision. It is out of my system. When flying stopped being fun I stopped flying. Good memories but no desire for more.
 

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Been riding a miserly (compared to a lot of guys in here) 10 years, but have loved every moment from my first pull-off through a few bikes and a bunch of crashes and mishaps.

My first bike at 18, was a circa-1990-ish Indian-built Hero Honda CD100, which I was only allowed to ride up and down our road, even though I had a learners' licence, until my moms' boyfriend at the time could see I could get through the gears and had my balance all sorted out, and then we went on a few rides together for him to assess whether I was to be let loose on public roads alone.

Anyway, long story short, I had 4 or 5 friends come over, none of whom had, or had ever even ridden motorcycles and I was buzzing up and down the road showing off, and pulled in to our little down-hill driveway a little too fast, panicked (with the compulsory throttle-roll-lean-back-throttle-roll-some-more) and ran down the driveway and in to the wall at the back of the garage.
To add insult to injury the bike was still running when we ended up in a heap, and I STILL didn't let it go, effectively running in cirlces as my bike lay on it's side doing doughnuts whilst all of my friends laughed themselves silly and shouted "Let it go!"
 

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So hard to let go of that which we treasure
So true. It was painful when I sold my Harley a few years back. Recently I sold a Honda trail 110 to a guy who was downsizing from a Harley Road King because of his age. He put the license plate from the Harley on the Honda and said to the plate: "sorry to do this to you, but we have no other options."
 

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As we get older, we have to keep making adjustments if we want to keep riding. I'll keep the TW forever, or as long as I can get my leg over the seat, but the other bikes will have to go or become trikes or sidecar units. It's still all good!

Yes that is how it is. Now that I am 77 I insist on being able to put my feet flat on the ground while sitting on the seat. The TW does that for me. I expect the TW to serve me until I am 80, and with some luck I will not bite the dust a single time. :rolleyes:
 

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When I was 19 riding my 1979 Honda CX500 Custom I had a car turn in front of me at an intersection, I was going 50 mph and hit the back wheel area the bike stop I flew over the car and landed face first and did a hand slap on the asphalt I had boots Levi jacket Levi pants and a full face Nava helmet on I broke my right hand purple bruises all over and only got a bloody nose fat lips and a few loose teeth.
 

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I used to burn the freeways on my BSA 440. No more, I lived through that somehow and I won't go near a highway now. A few weeks ago on the highway coming into town a guy on a Harley with his wife on the back was forced off the road by a speeding car. The Harley rolled a few times. When the ambulance arrived they found his wife sitting by her husband's dead body. It's not for me, there are too many morons on the highways.
 

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What do you fly?
If I'm flying for fun I'm usually in a Remos or Citabria, both with the doors off! A lot of Maule time, Cessna 150/172/182/210 time, and Piper Arrow time as well as 20 hours or so of multi time. I'm finishing up my commercial this summer, and cfi within the next year so I can take a paycut to fly full time :D
 

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my 2nd BMW...R90/6... I was headed to work, about 20 miles one way. I was headed past a small ski area, car in front of me had a flashing rear light, as in blinker. Well it was the brake lights flashing, one burned out. I went out to pass and they caught my right side saddlebag. I didn't get hurt and the mechanic at my local shop talked insurance into a new set of bags and fairing, since they sold the bike that way, even tho they were 'accessories'. I had a hole in my right rear jeans pocket and my wallet had a big scuff mark on it, too. wallet would fall right out.
 
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