1. At 15 I tried to start my 250 Triumph Trailblazer, so putting all my weight into it, and found that it was still in gear. The bike popped up out from underneath me straight into my sisters white Acadian. I promptly tried to wipe as much of the black tire marks from the front quarter panel, jumped on the bike, got it started and took off. No one was the wiser but I was very red-faced.
2. On the same bike I was racing through a freshly ploughed field, my brother up ahead on his 80cc yamaha. To scare him I planned on coming up behind really fast and pass him close. He heard me coming and turned his head, hit a rut, flew off his bike right in front of me. I swerved and barely missed him but ran square over his bike. I could of killed the kid. (his bike was fine)
oh! The area directly in front of the theater was a solid sheet of perfectly camouflaged ice. Stupid shadow! You can imagine the dance as i tried to right my 600 pound bike while still on a sheet of ice, not to mention i was dressed like the Michelin man! I did manage to get back on and after checking my facultys, started her up and danced it back onto actual blacktop. That's when i noticed two theater employees behind their tinted glass staring at me. WTF? It took me a couple of minutes to get upright again, and those pricks never even poked their heads out to ask if i was ok... if i was a lesser man, i'd be tempted to sue them just for spite. But it was my dumbass fault really for riding when there was a likelihood of hitting ice somewhere. Only real damage besides my ego is a bent foot control bar. Less than $50.00 to fix that.
