Wrecked it...
Hey guys... Its been a while. I've been quite busy with school and work and I've finally gotten around to thinking about my bike which I wrecked late last year.
I guess you'd like to hear the story... Its embarassing...
I was at my friends house late one night. and while I'm inside my other buddy decides to take my bike out for a little spin. This typically doesn't bother me, I'm fairly generous when it comes to that kind of thing because I would have done anything to ride a bike before I had one myself. But at least he could have asked... Well, he returns and it just so happens he wasn't wearing a helmet and his hat flew off during the ride, I told him how stupid he was to be riding with no helmet but was glad to see him safe and offered to retrieve his hat for him. Regardless, he decided to follow me in his truck.
So, we get to the hat and I pick it up and we head back to the house. I take off down the street which leads to a bridge. I'm travelling considerably fast when I reach the bridge and I had forgotten about the massive bump from where the asphalt connects to the concrete bridge... at the time I was probably traveling 90+mph
All hell breaks loose... The death wobbles consume my bike and I. It felt like God was trying to shake the life out of me.
I tense up and try to hold the bike as tight as possible... Mind you, I have no idea what to do in the event of the death wobbles. I clear the 50 yard bridge and continue wobbling down the street. I start drifting towards the guard rail. I actually bump against the guard rail with my knee and begin drifting back out into the road. At this point I am probably 100 yards beyond where I initially hit the bump and began wobbling.
At this point my body must be exhausted. The whole time my brain is just screaming to my body to get control of the bike.
About 50 yards after hitting the guard rail I look up to see cars. Seconds later , nothing...
From my friend's persepective, I disappeared into a cloud of dust and motorcycle parts.
Later I found out that at that point the bike shot out from under me and sent me flying...
The bike continued to hit the ground and fly into the air barrel rolling and hitting the ground and repeating this a couple times. As for me... I flew about 75 feet through the air and landed in the ditch.
I was knocked out, snoring in the ditch when my friend rushed over to me. He called my name and gave me a shake and I was on my feet in no time seemingly untouched.
I broke a finger...
And totaled my pride and joy. ('03 F4i)



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I guess you'd like to hear the story... Its embarassing...
I was at my friends house late one night. and while I'm inside my other buddy decides to take my bike out for a little spin. This typically doesn't bother me, I'm fairly generous when it comes to that kind of thing because I would have done anything to ride a bike before I had one myself. But at least he could have asked... Well, he returns and it just so happens he wasn't wearing a helmet and his hat flew off during the ride, I told him how stupid he was to be riding with no helmet but was glad to see him safe and offered to retrieve his hat for him. Regardless, he decided to follow me in his truck.
So, we get to the hat and I pick it up and we head back to the house. I take off down the street which leads to a bridge. I'm travelling considerably fast when I reach the bridge and I had forgotten about the massive bump from where the asphalt connects to the concrete bridge... at the time I was probably traveling 90+mph
All hell breaks loose... The death wobbles consume my bike and I. It felt like God was trying to shake the life out of me.
I tense up and try to hold the bike as tight as possible... Mind you, I have no idea what to do in the event of the death wobbles. I clear the 50 yard bridge and continue wobbling down the street. I start drifting towards the guard rail. I actually bump against the guard rail with my knee and begin drifting back out into the road. At this point I am probably 100 yards beyond where I initially hit the bump and began wobbling.
At this point my body must be exhausted. The whole time my brain is just screaming to my body to get control of the bike.
About 50 yards after hitting the guard rail I look up to see cars. Seconds later , nothing...
From my friend's persepective, I disappeared into a cloud of dust and motorcycle parts.
Later I found out that at that point the bike shot out from under me and sent me flying...
The bike continued to hit the ground and fly into the air barrel rolling and hitting the ground and repeating this a couple times. As for me... I flew about 75 feet through the air and landed in the ditch.
I was knocked out, snoring in the ditch when my friend rushed over to me. He called my name and gave me a shake and I was on my feet in no time seemingly untouched.
I broke a finger...
And totaled my pride and joy. ('03 F4i)



Brand new chain




Last edited by DBEAU; Apr 9, 2010 at 09:42 AM.
You never forget about events like that. They'll keep you up at night once in a while wondering about how easily it could have ended, or worse... Glad you're still here to tell about it
Last edited by DBEAU; Mar 17, 2009 at 11:14 AM.
Well at least I got my wreck out of the way... You know the saying.
Sorry about your adventure. I've not experienced a TS (Tank Slappers) like you described, but TSs are usually self correcting if the rider allows the bike to do so. Tensing up feeds input into the bike slower than the designed geometry will bring back stability. In this case if the rider has the where-with-all his solution is to relax and crack the throttle. Problem solved.
The buzzards are circling already (LOL)
The buzzards are circling already (LOL)
Haha, yeah the vultures are out.
I have some people possibly interested in buying the whole bike. (which would be ideal for me)
However, if they don't buy you all will be the first to know.
I have some people possibly interested in buying the whole bike. (which would be ideal for me)
However, if they don't buy you all will be the first to know.


