Weird things that has happened to you on a motorcycle....

[Times Roman]

(this is copied from another thread, which gave me the idea for this thread)

I can sit here and tell stories all day about weird shit that has happened to me while on a scoot. I was coming back from Augustus, GA, traveling southbound 95. Anyone familar with the area knows that it is lined on either side by short scraggly trees, otherwise known as "the sticks". But it was late at night, and I was doing about 80 or so, trying to get back to base. And i was tired. no moon, so the only thing i could see was what was in my headlamps. and then, from out of no where, like the hammer of god, something hit me in my left shoulder that almost knocked me off the bike. pretty decent bruise then next day. I've often wondered what it could be.......

.....I'm thinking an owl?

[DSM4Life]

Cruising at about 90mph (on a crotchrocket this is cruising speeds) on the highway I am coming up to this long but not sharp turn. I see the turn coming, check condition which all is good and begin my lean into the turn. Out of the corner of my eye i notice a bunch of pigeons on the center grass island. At about mid turn as i am approaching they start flying away (problem from my exhaust sound). One pigeon begins to fly to the right in my direction, then starts to retreat and go left but sure as $hit decides to change route again and come back right into my path. Funny how in a split second i rationally make my decision. I knew i wasn't going to lay the bike down for a pigeon or try and brake while in a turn. I continue on my path of travel and just before the bird hit i slightly tilted my head down but not so much where i lost sight of the road. The pigeon hit my helmet head center. From me tilting the helmet he hit/slide off. I saw it in my rearview mirror go into the air then drop to the ground LOL.

I got home and couldn't believe what happen. Wasn't so funny when i took my $650.00 Arai helmet off and saw pigeon blood all over it. Bastard !!

[gixxerboy1]

i was riding my 98 gixxer 750. That had the big opening for the raim air. I hit a duck flying low and decapitated it. Sucked the head into the ram air tub. That wasnt fun to clean with my airbox

[stack_it]

Was out for a ride on my cbr with some friends and my girl at the time decided to ride along on the back. We get to this long stretch of road that runs alongside where the MS, MO, and IL river meet and are headed to a small town to stop and eat. About 20 minutes later we get their and shut off the bike and I tell my girl to get off. She doesn't listen so I tell her again. Still no response so then my buddies girl starts laughing hysterically and pointing at her. She had fallen asleep on the back of my bike lol. Never loosened her grip or seemed out of ordinary either. She was hungover and on little sleep. I got her a redbull and told her not to do that shit again. Luckily I didn't take any hard corners during her nap.

[Twist]

was out for a ride on my cbr with some friends and my girl at the time decided to ride along on the back. We get to this long stretch of road that runs alongside where the ms, mo, and il river meet and are headed to a small town to stop and eat. About 20 minutes later we get their and shut off the bike and i tell my girl to get off. She doesn't listen so i tell her again. Still no response so then my buddies girl starts laughing hysterically and pointing at her. She had fallen asleep on the back of my bike lol. Never loosened her grip or seemed out of ordinary either. She was hungover and on little sleep. I got her a redbull and told her not to do that shit again. Luckily i didn't take any hard corners during her nap.

holy shit

[zimmy]

I was riding along and some moron on a crotch rocket pulled up next to me and tried to take a turn with me (in my lane) and couldn't handle his bike (too much power for not enough skill like most of the morons on them) and he ate it. It wasn't even a turn so much as a curve with a caution light. 100 mph tops.

I stopped to check on him and he said I tried to kick him and that is why he fell. Tried to get cops involved. Stupid kid.

[apacheman75]

me and my riding buddy pass a house out on a country road and numerous dogs begin chasing him in front of me. So I thought it would be funny to ride up behind one and just give it a tap on the a&& with my boot. Well it apparently scared the sh!% out of the dog (literally). So needless to say I had a ruined riding boot after that ride!!!

[oscarjones]

Nothing too crazy here, but I was riding along in traffic once and an old man started merging into my lane, right into me. My bike was pretty much a track bike at the time (2007 Yamaha R6), and I removed the horn, so I didn't really have a way of getting his attention. I couldn't maneuver out of his way, by speeding up or slowing down due to traffic. So I intended to hive a warning by kicking his door lightly. Well... I kicked harder than I expected and knocked his rear-view mirror clean off. That got his attention all right. We stopped at the red light about 1/4 mile up the road and he rolled his window down and started cursing at me. I told him that he almost just killed me and he should look over his shoulder before making lane changes. So this old man got out of his car and came right up in my face and jabbed me in my shoulder. Needless to say, the light turned green, so I just head-butted him with my helmet as hard as I could and hauled ass.

[BG]

I had the same as Dsm, I was on southern state and a pigeon flew out of under the bridge and nailed my helmet at a 90-100.

Another time we were riding back to the Hamptons from NYC and there was about 10-12 of us. The 900's and up were about 1/4 mile of us guys on 600's. I was doing 135 and my friend on his 9 said they were doing 160. All of a sudden I hear this kind of roar coming. I was fully tucked and could'nt pick my head up because you know the wind creams the helmet to your face. Then it got louder, a Viper then passed by us and caught up to the 9's and cruised for about 20 miles with them, was pretty ****ing cool.

Another time we went for a morning ride, 530am, less cars out. There is this road with sick turns, goes all the way to Port Jeffereson. So I went to CPI the night before but didnt pary, I was tired but figured breakfast would wake me. Well my friends didnt want to stop until we got to port.....so I was slower. I was playing catch up at about 80 on a small back road, came over the hill and it made a 90 degree left. My one friend had stopped because he knew I was coming in hot. I couldnt make it so I went in the woods. Jumped a fallen tree, clipped another and broke off my blinker, but I didnt go down. I went about 150 feet in, I pushed my bike out and my friend was yelling "fuc yaaa". Man I waved, drove the other way 30 mph home, sold the bike, that was it.

[oscarjones]

Awesome story BG. Glad you were ok. I went down twice on my bike and then sold it too. Too risky to ride on the streets these days. The track is another story though. One day I may pick up a track bike to mess about with. Safer there at least.

[Times Roman]

shit, I've got so many stories from a lifetime of riding.... gotta go work out so this is a real quick one.... tell you guys about the lightening later when i get to the office....

anyways, the quick one....

when I first started riding, I built this really pumped Honda 350 (mid 70's). Before some asshole politician got a hard on over helmet laws. Anyways, I had my red wing safety boots, leather jacket and gloves on. We were getting onthe freeway.... and you know those orange cones you see on the side of the road? Well, I stuck my foot out doing about 70mpg to knock it over.... just for the helluva it, right?

Big Mistake! When that cone hit my foot, it felt like it was going to rip my damn foot off! Holy shit! Makes sense though.... those cones weigh a few pounds, and impacting my foot at 70mpg.....???

[Times Roman]

Stationed in Georgia. Early 80's. Had a big KZ1000. Barracks to the motorpool was about 17 miles. Anyone that has ever lived near Ft. Stewart will tell you around 4:45 every day during the warm season, big thunderstorms, buckets of rain, huge lightening crashing down all over the place. Lasts maybe 15 or 20 minutes. Then the sun comes out again, it dries off, and it's over.
Problem was we would get off work at 4:30 at the motorpool (and then we had formation), and I had to drive like a maniac to try to beat the daily storm. I even asked the motor seargent a few times if he could just let me off a few minutes early. One time in particular, I was heading down the highway, trying to beat the storm. Up ahead, was a cell of water, you could almost define it's edges, one side was the storm, other side dry. Next thing I know, I've crossed the barrier, and immediately soaked. Lightening crashing down in front of me up ahead, and crashing down behind me. I kick it up to about 100mph so I can get through this thing as quickly as possible, I felt like I was a sitting duck. And then it happened. A huge lightening bolt crashes down about 50 feet in front of me, hitting the street, and a fraction of a second later, I pass through the exact spot where the lightening struck. My heart was beating like a hammer in my chest, and then lightening crashes down right behind me. The thunder clap alone almost knocked me off my bike. I make a suicidal decision, lay on the gas tank, twist the throttle to full, and next thing you know I'm doing 140+ (no windshield btw). The rain is tearing at my eyes (no face shield), but I continue to hold it at max speed. A few minutes later, I'm out of it, still in the rain, but at least no lightening. So i back off the throttle to about 70mph, and pull into the parking lot of the barracks. I hop off, and some of my buddies are standing outside the barracks, but under the overhang so as not to get wet. One of them asks me... Hey man! Did you see all the lightening? See it hell... friggin lightening was trying to get me!

[wmaousley]

Riding my GSXR 1000 on a arrow straight road about 8 miles long in Florida with a few other friends who had bikes. Well we decided to see the top speed of our bikes and my speedometer registered at 188 but I know I was going faster then my heart sank and I got a hot flash from the belt in my front tire breaking putting a bubble in my tire. Got the bike stopped and thanked god for keeping me from laying it down at that speed.

[BG]

Awesome story BG. Glad you were ok. I went down twice on my bike and then sold it too. Too risky to ride on the streets these days. The track is another story though. One day I may pick up a track bike to mess about with. Safer there at least.

My brother died on his, he was 22 I was 3 days away from turning 18. I still got, family didnt talk to me, figured this time I wouldnt make them right, so I sold it. Man went down twice huh, 3 time might have been the one ?

[Times Roman]

lessee... I'll skip the one where i went coast to coast in three days in the snow...
Skip daytona 500 on only $30

here's a short one....

back in georgia, heading back to the barracks late at night, another moonless one. traveling southbound 95, again in the sticks, can only see what's in my headlamp. I'm doing my customary 80mph (it just ran sooo good at that RPM) when all of a sudden, here's this fukken wolf in the middle of the road getting ready to lunge at me. I do a panick swerve, wolf lunges, and misses. I'm not sure if I could have held the bike up if I hit the wolf. I'm shaking pretty good, look in the rear view mirror, and I see nothing except the dark. It was all over so quickly, like a flash, it didn't even seem real at the time.

[Times Roman]

I'm in europe, riding my big KZ1000. It's winter, and I'm on the autobon. Curve up ahead, sign was advising 90. I forget it's KPH, my speedo is 100+ mph. I'm leaning in the curve, and the road is pulling away alittle faster than I expected, and i begin to run out of road. Without thinking, I slide all the way over and my knee is almost scraping the ground, my center of gravity at it's lowest. I twist my handle bars the "wrong way" and come shooting out of the turn still over 90+ mph. Almost right away, I pull over and get off the road. My hand is shaking so badly I can barely light my cigarette. it's a miracle I didn't crash!

[Times Roman]

Here's one a little more recent, then I'll be done for awhile.

Travel three days to Sturgis, woman on the back. Went to a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert over at the Chip, wall to wall bikes and partially naked chics everywhere. We are leaving the concert, on the Harley, and it starts to rain. Not a little bit, mind you. Buckets. I'm really struggling trying to keep my sunglasses so I can see through em. take em off, over my shoulder to my woman. The harley in front of me is maybe 4 feet. I know it's there cuz I can see the tail light, so I keep moving. I look to the side of me, and I CANNOT see the curb. This lasts maybe 10 minutes max.

The next night, we are leaving the broken spoke to head back to the cabin to do some more partying. From outta nowhere, it decides it's going to open the gates of heaven and start hailing. Not little hail. Peanut size. of course, my helmet was in the back, so I'm trying to duck behind my windshield. It's not working cause the friggin hail is coming from my flank. My face is turning red, and the hail feels like rocks tearing the flesh from my face. We are cruising at maybe 30mph since we are on the highway (can't really stop) until we find an overpass for us to hang out until the hail stops. My woman says OMG! when she looks at my face. Welts and bright red. Nothing a little jack daniels can't cure once we get back to the cabin! =)

[Times Roman]

Last time I laid my bike down with forward motion......

Back in europe. It's winter time. Heading on over to the PX with a buddy on the back. Snow on the sides of the road. I can hear him asking me if i'm sure I can handle the ice/snow on the motorcycle. I'm like Hellya! I never go down. I had my head turned when i was saying this, and at the same time, doing about 2mph as I was trying to make a U Turn. Right then, black ice! Whoosh goes the bike one way. We fall the other and jump right back up. My buddy says, "what was that again? I didn't hear you!"

[Times Roman]

OK, I'll skip the one at the Octoberfest in Munich....

another short one.....

cruising down the highway, summer time. Full face helmet, but without the visor. I see these little white boxes on the side of the road. All of a sudden.... wham! i'm riding through a swarm of bees. a few get trapped between the helmet and the side of my head, close to my ear. So the bees get pissed, right? And what do bees do when they get pissed? No, they do not call dominos pizza! They sting the shit outta ya! So I'm doing 80mph and I'm clawing at my helmet trying to get thse friggin bees out. Musta got stung half a dozen times. Damn bees!

[Kawigirl]

With a group of boys...and I was in the middle...down a country road maybe only doing 90 km. And, out of nowhere a bloody deer comes out of the bush and decides to come fly across the road. I saw it out of the corner of my eye to the right, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't stop...dudes behind me would crash into me....so...i closed my eyes (seriously...it was an instinct) and prayed. The deer jumped OVER me and i felt a tiny kick to my helmet from his hoof. Good thing it was me and not the others...they were all at least 5'11 and probably would of been taken out by the deer.

[BG]

Lmao, that wolf must have been some hungry !

[Kawigirl]

shit, I've got so many stories from a lifetime of riding.... gotta go work out so this is a real quick one.... tell you guys about the lightening later when i get to the office....

anyways, the quick one....

when I first started riding, I built this really pumped Honda 350 (mid 70's). Before some asshole politician got a hard on over helmet laws. Anyways, I had my red wing safety boots, leather jacket and gloves on. We were getting onthe freeway.... and you know those orange cones you see on the side of the road? Well, I stuck my foot out doing about 70mpg to knock it over.... just for the helluva it, right?

Big Mistake! When that cone hit my foot, it felt like it was going to rip my damn foot off! Holy shit! Makes sense though.... those cones weigh a few pounds, and impacting my foot at 70mpg.....???

You made of glass or something? You do realize those cones are plastic? lol

[gixxerboy1]

wasnt me but i watched. A group of friends who had kawi's dressed up as ninja's for Halloween. And rode around on their bikes with the black outfits and swords.

It was funny at the time

[Times Roman]

With a group of boys...and I was in the middle...down a country road maybe only doing 90 km. And, out of nowhere a bloody deer comes out of the bush and decides to come fly across the road. I saw it out of the corner of my eye to the right, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't stop...dudes behind me would crash into me....so...i closed my eyes (seriously...it was an instinct) and prayed. The deer jumped OVER me and i felt a tiny kick to my helmet from his hoof. Good thing it was me and not the others...they were all at least 5'11 and probably would of been taken out by the deer.

yep! deer can clear a 10 foot fence no problem. keeping deer out the apple orchard is a real bich! can't build a fence high enough it seems....

'nother story

this is a little piece of my cross country story....
I call it "The Moon"

I was in New Mexico somewhere on I-10 going through the mountains. Two dudes I met up with, we decided to join forces and ride together. I'd been riding waaay too many hours. Had some assistance too, some little white tabs I brought back from Korea, called Oxydon (stimulants)... anyone ever hear of it? anyways, i'm getting real tired, it was night, been riding almost 24 hours straight, and the oxydons were wearing off. Al was in front of me, and Terry was behind me. Winding our way through the hills. It was a clear night, and there was a full moon out. Very pretty actually. So i'm admiring the moon in my rear view mirror, and i keep working my way through the hills. Winding through the hills, watching the moon out my rear view mirror. This goes on for some time, but something aint right. Cant' quite put my finger on it. Something about the moon. For one, it's always in my rear view mirror. Doesn't seem right. How could it always be behind me, even when I'm going through the turns? A cold sweat breaks out as I realize I'm being hypnotized by Terri's halogen lamp on his Kawi900. Holy fuk! I pull over and tell the guys I need to take a break. Smoke a cigarette, and tell them the story. When was the last time you got some rest? Oh, about two days ago.... so we go find a coffee shop as the snow begins to fall......

[Times Roman]

You made of glass or something? You do realize those cones are plastic? lol

i didn't kick it with my heal, I was trying to tip it with my toe. and when my toe hit, it twisted my foot alot farther than i'm used to....

....made of glass?! ha ha ha

[Kawigirl]

Not that this is a story...but I'm sure all of us have had this happen. And, I'll make it clear...I do not ride without gear; this was when i was young and naive.

Getting caught in the rain! Fawk...does that hurt!!!! AND....I was wearing a white tshirt...little did I realize what I looked like till I got home!

[Times Roman]

Not that this is a story...but I'm sure all of us have had this happen. And, I'll make it clear...I do not ride without gear; this was when i was young and naive.

Getting caught in the rain! Fawk...does that hurt!!!! AND....I was wearing a white tshirt...little did I realize what I looked like till I got home!

Actually, Kawi... we have no clue how that must have looked! Could you be so kind as to paint us a picture?

[Times Roman]

ok guys... gramps is tired and all out of stories for now.....

.... and if you kids are real good, then maybe ol' gramps here will tell you about the time he crossed the rockies in a snow storm.... at night!

[Kawigirl]

Actually, Kawi... we have no clue how that must have looked! Could you be so kind as to paint us a picture?

I can paint you a picture of my middle finger?

[auslifta]

Try getting caught in hail storm, thought I was being shot. I havn't had anything that weird happen. Few dogs run out at me, I did have a girl orgasim while I doubled her.

[dec11]

Not that this is a story...but I'm sure all of us have had this happen. And, I'll make it clear...I do not ride without gear; this was when i was young and naive.

Getting caught in the rain! Fawk...does that hurt!!!! AND....I was wearing a white tshirt...little did I realize what I looked like till I got home!

i got caught out in non stop torrential rain afew weeks back in the middle of a 200mile journey, full 90miles in the rain. i ended up so weak and cold i could barely operate the brakes, cant believe how i made it. and where was my waterproof suit? at home , of course!! scary sh1t!!!

[Standby]

ill never forget my first time getting caught in the rain. i was 16 years old, at my buddies about a 20min drive home down the express way which is 100km/h. year rain hurts the face at 100km/h

[Times Roman]

I can paint you a picture of my middle finger?

well... I guess that's a start?

[Times Roman]

Before i tell you the story of me crossing the rockies in a blizzard in the middle of the night (long story), I'll tell you a short one...

I had my KZ1000 shipped to Europe, to a port in Bremen, Germany. I believe it was November, 1982. it was a nasty day, cloudy, and threatening rain. Previously, I had purchased some Italian Riding leathers, so I felt I was G2G in what ever weather. I even used some of the water repellent spray before hand, as an added precaution. I saddle up, and my destination is Stuttgart, Germany, about 741km away. It was fairly early in the morning, and I'm getting on the autobon, and just as I was getting ready to twist the throttle back and open her up, I felt some rain drops on my face. Again, full face helmet, no face shield. Using my left hand in front of my face, and peering through the cracks in my fingers, I'm able to see the road and keep most of the rain out of my eyes. But the rain starts to get heavier. Soon, cars are being trailed by water streams coming off the wheels. I have no windshield, and no face shield. But for awhile, I'm warm and more or less dry, except my face, but I'm dealing with that. After a few hours, my new leathers can no longer hold out the moisture, are fully soaked, and just like a swamp cooler, the fierce wind flowing through my wet leathers is like sitting in an ice box. I'm cold. And miserable! I can no longer stay at speed, since the faster i ride, the more wind, and the colder i get. Gradually, my speed comes down, and I can no longer even hold 70mph. The whole trip takes 12 hours, and there at the end, I'm barely doing 40mph. My whole body is a cramp from continous muscular tension. I finally arrive in Stuttgart, slowly climb out the saddle, and very slowly, go up to my buddies room. I strip off my leathers, my boots, everything, and climb into some warmer clothes. Everyone wants to go partying at the clubs. They look at me trying to figure out what is wrong with me. yeah, they get I rode in the rain. Yeah, they get it was non stop rain for 741km. Finally, I see a bottle of Jim Beam sitting there, disguised as a bowling pin (decorative decanter), twist the cap, and wish them an enjoyable evening. Me and Jim had a date that night, and then, after I killed the whole bottle, I was going to crash right there on the sofa.

[Times Roman]

real quick one...

cruising down the highway, nice day, country road, some brush on either side of the road. At the very last minute, a rabbit darts out in front of me and I catch him between his shoulders and his head. My front tire was much wider than his little neck, and it resulted in his little head coming off. I know this cause I could see two pieces of him in my rear view mirror.....

[Times Roman]

Anyone ever see a topless chic on the back of a scooter?

Our little group was traveling southbound Hiway 5 on our way to Hollister. Nice day, and we catch up to this other little group of scooters. This one chic was hanging on pretty tight to her ol' man as if she were cold, bare backed and all. But it's a nice day, not cold. We get closer, and she leans back, exposing a fairly nice rack and big nipples. So she just leans back against the back rest, smiling, giving us all a nice eye full as we scoot on by...

[Times Roman]

Back in the mid 80's, I was broke, just moved back to the bay area, and needed a scoot. I had access to a bunch of spare parts, and after a weekend of wrenching, had me a scoot! didn't cost shit either! Anyways, a few weeks later, I'm northbound on the Nimitz (now called 880), and traffic is heavy. So i decide to do a dumb thing, and im riding the left side shoulder. From out of nowhere, Im' hearing sirens behind me, and sure as shit, I look in my rear view and there is a highway patrol, riding the shoulder too! I had just finished paying off all my traffic tickets, which cost thousands (unpaid tickets turn into bench warrants, which DO get expensive). I'm not about to get another ticket, so I say fuk it! I gun the bike, doing over 70mph on the shoulder, but unable to shake the cop. I scoot over and now Im splitting lanes at break neck speeds. Still I'm hearing the siren right behind me, but now Im no longer looking in the rear view, too afraid to take my eyes off of what's in front of me. Getting real desperate, I take the off ramp. It is divided with opposing traffic trying to get on the highway as well. So I do the impossible, and im splitting lanes and to the left of me is opposing traffic coming at me. Too much for the cop. he backs off and I can hear his trailing siren grow weeker as our distance grows. I quickly make a bunch of lefts/rights and swing through a neighborhood, parking next to some other motorcycles. I get off and walk to the supermarket just around the corner (before cell phones) to make a call. My buddy picks me up and takes me to his house for awhile until things cool off. Later that night, after a few beers, we go get the bike exactly where I left it.

[Kawigirl]

Before i tell you the story of me crossing the rockies in a blizzard in the middle of the night (long story), I'll tell you a short one...

I had my KZ1000 shipped to Europe, to a port in Bremen, Germany. I believe it was November, 1982. it was a nasty day, cloudy, and threatening rain. Previously, I had purchased some Italian Riding leathers, so I felt I was G2G in what ever weather. I even used some of the water repellent spray before hand, as an added precaution. I saddle up, and my destination is Stuttgart, Germany, about 741km away. It was fairly early in the morning, and I'm getting on the autobon, and just as I was getting ready to twist the throttle back and open her up, I felt some rain drops on my face. Again, full face helmet, no face shield. Using my left hand in front of my face, and peering through the cracks in my fingers, I'm able to see the road and keep most of the rain out of my eyes. But the rain starts to get heavier. Soon, cars are being trailed by water streams coming off the wheels. I have no windshield, and no face shield. But for awhile, I'm warm and more or less dry, except my face, but I'm dealing with that. After a few hours, my new leathers can no longer hold out the moisture, are fully soaked, and just like a swamp cooler, the fierce wind flowing through my wet leathers is like sitting in an ice box. I'm cold. And miserable! I can no longer stay at speed, since the faster i ride, the more wind, and the colder i get. Gradually, my speed comes down, and I can no longer even hold 70mph. The whole trip takes 12 hours, and there at the end, I'm barely doing 40mph. My whole body is a cramp from continous muscular tension. I finally arrive in Stuttgart, slowly climb out the saddle, and very slowly, go up to my buddies room. I strip off my leathers, my boots, everything, and climb into some warmer clothes. Everyone wants to go partying at the clubs. They look at me trying to figure out what is wrong with me. yeah, they get I rode in the rain. Yeah, they get it was non stop rain for 741km. Finally, I see a bottle of Jim Beam sitting there, disguised as a bowling pin (decorative decanter), twist the cap, and wish them an enjoyable evening. Me and Jim had a date that night, and then, after I killed the whole bottle, I was going to crash right there on the sofa.

I was still on a pedal bike...

[calgarian]

I can paint you a picture of my middle finger?

sorry couldnt resist

[Times Roman]

I was still on a pedal bike...

Yeah, I remember passing you by on the road one day. Pony tails, right? Remember the big ugly biker waving at you? Yeah, that was me....