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Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1

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My experience with crashes is opposite. Falling off my super bike on the track was always way way gentler than coming off the dirtbike in rough terrain.
Sliding off is one thing I high sided at about 130 then rag dolled for quite a ways. I was in the air well before I knew I was in trouble. This happened at Loudin in 1991. I will say I'm not a fan of either especially now many years later.
 
Sliding off is one thing I high sided at about 130 then rag dolled for quite a ways. I was in the air well before I knew I was in trouble. This happened at Loudin in 1991. I will say I'm not a fan of either especially now many years later.

Years ago two separate riding buddies back in '82 or so. One had a brand new Honda Magna 1100 he dumped on a rain grooved freeway at 137 (redline in fifth gear, would not pull redline in sixth cruising gear) when it went into head shake. After it spit him off it straitened up and ran down the road another half mile and came to rest leaning on the center divider jersey barrier. Jeans and a short sleeve shirt, hell of a road rash, didn't have much ass left.

The other guy was hustling through some semi-fast sweepers in farm country with his girlfriend, unfortunately a lot of farm equipment had crossed the road laying down a lot of dirt in a sweeper. Dumped the bike and his girlfriend surfed him down the road. Both wearing shorts, wifebeaters and flip flops. LEGENDARY road rash and sanded off some of his face. Started wearing riding gear and a brain bucket.

The one thing I always feared were bridges with the damn steel road grating, damn Dunlops squirmed like crazy on that shit.
 
Years ago two separate riding buddies back in '82 or so. One had a brand new Honda Magna 1100 he dumped on a rain grooved freeway at 137 (redline in fifth gear, would not pull redline in sixth cruising gear) when it went into head shake. After it spit him off it straitened up and ran down the road another half mile and came to rest leaning on the center divider jersey barrier. Jeans and a short sleeve shirt, hell of a road rash, didn't have much ass left.

The other guy was hustling through some semi-fast sweepers in farm country with his girlfriend, unfortunately a lot of farm equipment had crossed the road laying down a lot of dirt in a sweeper. Dumped the bike and his girlfriend surfed him down the road. Both wearing shorts, wifebeaters and flip flops. LEGENDARY road rash and sanded off some of his face. Started wearing riding gear and a brain bucket.

The one thing I always feared were bridges with the damn steel road grating, damn Dunlops squirmed like crazy on that shit.

Scariest/funniest thing I ever saw: Decades ago our club leased a huge tract to hunt and we had access during the offseason. About 25 or so would show up on weekends to see who could get the dirtiest. Most of the bikes were 175s, 250s, an occasional 350.

One Sunday one guy shows up with the new Yahama TT 500. We're blasting down a wide, fairly smooth grassy trail and he just pulled away from everyone. Suddenly, I saw him stop moving as the bike continued forward. He hung in the air for a second before dropping to the ground. There was a cable stretched across the trail.

No way an ambulance was getting to us, but one of the guys managed to get his Jeep to the location. He broke several ribs andhis left humerus. He later said he had just slacked off and sat up in the saddle when he hit the cable; never saw it. That probably saved his life. He sold the bike.
 
Years ago two separate riding buddies back in '82 or so. One had a brand new Honda Magna 1100 he dumped on a rain grooved freeway at 137 (redline in fifth gear, would not pull redline in sixth cruising gear) when it went into head shake. After it spit him off it straitened up and ran down the road another half mile and came to rest leaning on the center divider jersey barrier. Jeans and a short sleeve shirt, hell of a road rash, didn't have much ass left.

The other guy was hustling through some semi-fast sweepers in farm country with his girlfriend, unfortunately a lot of farm equipment had crossed the road laying down a lot of dirt in a sweeper. Dumped the bike and his girlfriend surfed him down the road. Both wearing shorts, wifebeaters and flip flops. LEGENDARY road rash and sanded off some of his face. Started wearing riding gear and a brain bucket.

The one thing I always feared were bridges with the damn steel road grating, damn Dunlops squirmed like crazy on that shit.
In 92 I hit a deer at about 80 slid into the snow ditch thought it was going to be ok then hit something stump or log that spit me off into a tree where I was found because my headlight was shining out into the road. Had gear on and cracked a Shoei X8 the top of their line at the time. had double vision for a few weeks along with some grotesquely pulled muscles in my back.
 
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