pain at the pump....
agreed! my first spill was learning to ride on my bike and doing a u turn on a small tiny street.. and some lady was walking out to her mailbox and kinda freaked me out.. couldn't turn sharp enough and stalled it
dropped the bike and trying to save it at the same time shoved my foot underneath!! talk about ouch!!! lady was nice enough tho... she helped me pick the bike up... what's worse she WILL remember me as she lives down the street from me
now tho been riding for 2 months zero spills and no close calls! and enjoying every minute of it
dropped the bike and trying to save it at the same time shoved my foot underneath!! talk about ouch!!! lady was nice enough tho... she helped me pick the bike up... what's worse she WILL remember me as she lives down the street from me
now tho been riding for 2 months zero spills and no close calls! and enjoying every minute of it
****, for my first spill I was at a stoplight and my shoestring was caught on the left side, so i put my right foot down. Well, in the fumble and panic to get my shoe string off the gear selector i shifted up to 2nd gear, the light turns green and the car ahead of me pulls away. I decide to try to go and fiddle with my shoe string later, but to my horror the bike dies, and i start to fall to the left. This time im pulling my shoe string harder to get it off but to no avail, so i litteraly dont move at all and fall over sitting on the seat of the bike, the whole damn time. And by a miracle of God(although i think he was showing some sick humor) my shoe string was lose immedialy after the fall. So I am able to drag myself from under the bike, but i can hardly lift the bike because my ancle just got smashed to all hell, lol. This old guy who was nearing 100 hops out of his van and makes me, the young 18 year old look like a complete idiot and whimp by lifting the bike by himself. Then, when i go to start the bike again i go to grab my clutch and I biff... grabbing a bunch of air. So i had to pinch and pull what was left of the clutch lever to even get going. By this time the light had turned red, and everyone was out of their cars to see what happened. I was so glad I had my helmet on and I could act like nobody could see me =D.
My first wreck was not too serious i was on my home from work goin about 35-40 when a raccoon ran out in front of me, tried to mount and ride over it but it was like hitting a sandbag, and I new I was going down so i got as far away from bike as possible, helmet took some bad damage to temple area, had road rash all up and down left arm (jacket sleeve rolled up on impact), other than bruising no other injuries but totaled the bike, anything on left side gone or scratched to hell or smashed flat against bike, about 10-15 from where i stopped rolling was my phone, 10-15 feet past that my tank pack 10-15 feet past that the bike lay on its side sputtering, and 20 feet behind me was where i hit the coon, this happened on 10pm on a wednesday and at 1pm thursday i was back at work one coon wont put down this rider!!
my first wreck sucked. new tire, took it around a corner, slipped then caught and high sided me about 12 feet landing right on my shoulder resulting in a collar bone through the skin (lucky for me it didnt hit my neck). but it was ok cause my bike didnt even get scratched haha thank god for frame sliders
ORIGINAL: voodoochyl
When I was at Laguna Seca the year before last, I had an embarrassing moment. In order to get to your campsite, you had to show your wristband. I stopped in the gravel to show it to the "marshall", and stopped on a spot that had some asphalt. Unfortunately, when I put my feet down, my left foot was several inches lower in the gravel than my right foot which was on the stability of the blacktop.My left footslipped across the pebbles as I struggled to keep her upright,and I grabbed a handfull of gas (thank God I kept the clutch in the whole time), but wound her up to the redline about three times as I tried desperately toregain my footing. I garnered every look in that campsite before I was finally able to keep her steady. If there was ever a time I wanted to wear a paper bag on my head, it was that day. I felt like a complete tool. Guess what...it didn't matter. You may have had a spill, but it is nothing to be ashamed about. The chances are excellent that nobody will remember you. The good news is, you weren't hurt and your bike is none the worse for the wear.
When I was at Laguna Seca the year before last, I had an embarrassing moment. In order to get to your campsite, you had to show your wristband. I stopped in the gravel to show it to the "marshall", and stopped on a spot that had some asphalt. Unfortunately, when I put my feet down, my left foot was several inches lower in the gravel than my right foot which was on the stability of the blacktop.My left footslipped across the pebbles as I struggled to keep her upright,and I grabbed a handfull of gas (thank God I kept the clutch in the whole time), but wound her up to the redline about three times as I tried desperately toregain my footing. I garnered every look in that campsite before I was finally able to keep her steady. If there was ever a time I wanted to wear a paper bag on my head, it was that day. I felt like a complete tool. Guess what...it didn't matter. You may have had a spill, but it is nothing to be ashamed about. The chances are excellent that nobody will remember you. The good news is, you weren't hurt and your bike is none the worse for the wear.
jk
Last time (well second to last, thats another story) I dropped a bike was the worst. I had just picked up the F4 I'm ridding now and was doing a track day at Buttonwillow. Was up most of the night before trying to work out the last of its gremlins (had been sitting on the side of someones house full of race gas for 2 years). So with 3 or 4 hours of sleep I road the first 2 seesions with a death grip cuz the suspetion was way out of wack. Brought it over to Dave Moss after the second session and parked it in one of his chocks. I was ready to fall over and pass out. Got the suspesion sorted and went to pull it out standing next to it, not on it. Nearly all the A group riders were parked next to him. Lost my balance and it tipped right over. I look up and ther must have been 20 bad *** riders looking at me with blank stares. I've never felt more like a tool ever.
at least you were in company that could most likely relate to such a situation...even if you're a badass rider physics sometimes gets the best of you. the local bike shop has a gravel lot(why the hell would they do that anyway?) and every time I go there and back out I nearly drop it...I always have to back it out while standing, not sitting because it's on a slight grade and even that is a bitch. maybe it's a trick thinking if you drop the bike in their lot you'll order new parts for it through them lol
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