KX Riders
General => Riding Stories => Topic started by: alan on May 08, 2006, 09:51:51 AM
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I had this idea, I know most all of us here have been ridding for multiple decades. I thought I would start a topic where those of us who wanted to share some of our riding experiences could do so! If it goes over we will make it a sticky.
Alan :-D
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The Double Yucca Event!
For those of you that haven?t ridden the desert as anywhere else it has its own unique set of hazards. I am not just talking about the obvious stuff like prickle pair and barrel cactus. Mesquite bushes have some of the longest thorns you will ever have to pick out of your body. They will go straight through your leathers and I do mean leather!
( Remember how old I am!) (LOL)
I have just brushed them and had thorns go straight into my knuckles and I couldn?t straighten out my fingers till I pull them out of my knuckles. They will go into your shins 3/4? and brake off and it will be a week later when they pop out. The only way you know where they are is a red spot with a ring around it and it hurts when you press on it. My favorite is Yucca?s they are the sneakiest of them all, because they grow and fall over and get half covered up with sand and you come flying along and hit one and go over the handle bars and you never saw a thing. The other thing they do to the unexpecting rider is that the send up blooms in the spring that is 10 to 20? feet in the air and when they finish blooming the dry out and fall over, then they become jousting spears. This was on of those days!
It was on one of those summer days must have been 105 in the shade in the desert. There must have been a dozen of us spread out over a mile chasing each other. I was up front with my arch rival Bart right behind me. Bart was on his 250 Maico and I was on my 250 Montesa Capra. Bart was bigger stronger and probably a little better rider than me, but my bike was always just a little faster. I am not sure how we got into riding with out our shirts, but we had full riding gear on with the exception of jerseys. These were the days before the camel back hydration systems, so I guess we were just plain hot! We were running in 3rd, 4th and 5th gear really flying chasing jack rabbits as well as each other each other. I just shifted back into 5th and came around a Mesquite bush and ran straight into a out stretched Yucca shaft. It hit me in my bare chest just below my bell star and broke over and over as I impacted it. I came to a stop with blood running down my chest from multiple wounds as Bart came by laughing. He was so busy laughing at me he didn?t see the half buried Yucca in his path. End over end he went landing in the middle of the biggest and nastiest Mesquite bush you have ever seen. So know I had blood all over are chest and he had blood running down his back. I wonder if he still has the scars that I carry from that summer day in 1970! I don?t remember either of us riding without jerseys after that day.
Then end! :-D
Till Next Sunday!
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Ahh my favorite thing to talk about, Riding! Ill start off with my first dune expierence back in august of 04.
I was at christmas valley and didnt know much about razor backs/ drop offs or anything like that, Well I was crusing behind a buddy of mine and we start to go up this pretty big hill and I see him launch off the top of it Im like cool ill try it, I get to the top and launch off it like 4th gear well the other side is almost straight downhill and at a way different angel then where I launched off of. Needless to say I landed almost sideways and rolled about 5 times down this hill, I climb back up to my bike and my buddy comes upo nexty to me and says "Now that we got the ragdoll down lets try o land some" lol..., I try and kick my bike over and its dead! I fouled a plug somehow during that prolly while It was lying on its side. He had to ride about 3 miles back to camp to get a plug and 3 miles back to bring it to me. After sitting on a huge razor back out in the middle of nowhere for about an hour I see him! there he is with my plug put it in fires right up and off we go! One of the best times Ive ever had at christmas valley.
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Once upon a time I had just gotten a new bike and I was climbing up this hill from the back side and we had many wind storms since I had been on this hill. What I didn't know was there was no longer a nice flat top and that the wind had piled up the crest into a point. I ripped over the top and then there was nothing under me! I dropped about 60' down standing up bars high, when I hit my back tire dug in and I rolled out of it my goggles cut my nose and it broke my front finder! He He He! Come down and ride and I will show you the hill and the scar on my nose!
Come on guys I know you have stories! :-D :-D :-D
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:-D I'll probably be telling a story about this sundays ride. Last years event was a pearla. We had severe frost after severe frost. Down in these parts we get our sun from the northern part of the sky. In turn the south side, in mid winter days with the sun lower in the sky, gets very severely frozen. Clay tracks frozen solid! There were people scattered all over the show after a dozen or more had atempted to tackle the teflon track and failed miserably. Bike strewn from ashole to breakfast! Over the banks, parked up on the middle of the track.
So we get there (It465 and 92 K5) and decided to get on with it. Ride past 50 uneager participants who start abusing us as we pass through. One of them clouts me helmet and calls me a F#&kin petrolhead! Craig gives him a good chunk of verbal back and I turn to the dickhead and give him the thumbs up. Hit the hill at speed.
Half way up a 600 metre slippery as all F^3k, rock hard surface, some dude wrestles his bike on to the track in front of me! I have no other option but to stop. Bad move, should have gone over the top. Cant get started of again!!! Nothing! Craig zips past on the Yama big bore, Laughing all the way! Get of the bike, feet slide staight out from underneath me. Wham hit the deck! Bike hits the deck! Battle to me feet, grab onto bush, find some traction for mew boots. Drag the bike towards me, throught the leg over, stilling holding onto the bush and atempt to fire up the dirtyfive. Second boot shes away. Find unfrozen patch and get a short burst of hook up. just enough to get us mobile and the momentum back to a sustainable level for propoltion.
As for the tossers down the bottom, a marshall droped by shortly after a gave them an alternate route. Frost free. But we made it.
Got to be positive and have suffient MOMENTUM!
The rides on again this sunday. We have had buckets of rain, the ground is soaked, the winter is really starting to set in. Kiwi, you keen for a ride bro?
:mrgreen:
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This is an old one. I was racing a 1979 400 maico, leading the provincial 500MX championship. In one MX race I got taken out in the 1st corner and had to make up time the whole race. Last lap I was in 2nd with a few corners to go and did a suicide jump past the guy in first. We tangled in the air and I lost and went down hard on my side. I jumped back on my bike and finished second, or so I thought. When I went to check the results they had me in about 20th. I was upset about the "mistake" until I wandered back to where I crashed and talked to some spectators. Their comment was " Oh man you laid there forever and didn't move, the firstaid guys almost got to you with the stretcher when, with no warning, you jumped up like a scalded cat got on your bike and took off!". Turns out I knocked myself out and didn't even know it. I won the next moto but a 1st and 20th don't get you very far. Ah the good old days. I did win the championsip though. Cam.
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Awhile back (1990), near a place called Amargosa Valley, my brother Mark and I were coming back from a desert race that some friends of ours were entered in. Needless to say, our friends blew their buggy motor 2 miles into the race ! ! haahaa. But, we took some quads and 3-wheelers with us in case of just of such an event. Anyway, our riding group took off up a very scaley rock ridge to the base of the mountains and we took a refresment break ( Beerskies ). On the way back the group arrived at the vehicles and my newlywed bride asked "where is Robert?"..... Uh ohhh. Some of the group took off back up the trail and my wife hooked four-wheel drive and took of in the 4by4.
There I was, wadded up in a 20 foot ravene, laid out on top of 5 foot boulders! I was awake, but nowhere near alert.... Nothing broken ! ! except the frame and forks of the 3-wheeler :| They loaded me up in the rig and the wife hauled ass back to Las Vegas, about 120 miles.
Here is the funny part, like Cam's story.... Me and the wife had just been married and she was obviously pregnant with our first child. Picture this: I am sitting in the passenger seat, I look over and ask.... "what happened" she says you wrecked down in a ravine. I then ask "Are you pregnant?" the wife says yes. I reply "Do I know the father?" the wife says yes, you are.... POW.. then she drops the bomb.. "We are married!" Ahhhhhhhhh.. just a minute ago I was having a good 'ole time riding with the bud's and now I am married with a kid on the way????? LOLOLOL She said about every 5 minutes the whole 2 hour drive, I asked the same questions over and over.
Well, I went to the hospital and was kept overnight for observations. Severe concusion was the diagnosis. The next week I was pretty much incapacitated and stuck at home in bed and no work or driving. Everytime I feel asleep and woke up.... total amnesia. The wife left multiple legal pads with my name and her work phone number, so when I was awake and confused.... I called her and she filled me in with the same story.... "You are married to me, we have a kid on the way, and you are done riding bikes for awhile ! !" ahhhhhhh, that was the last time I rode a bike and after having some beers..... But thank goodness for the wife, she is the best!!!
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The first time I took the K5 to Little Sahara State Park Oklahoma, it was still a new bike. I didn't consider it quite broken in yet. I ran 2 more tanks of gas thru it and decided it's broken in. I put the K5 to bed and got the 400EX quad out for the night ride. The next day back on the newly broke in K5 we went out to the big dunes. I still had not got on the gas hard yet. I'm on top of an 80 ft. dune with the same size dune across the valley, about 2 football fields distance between them. I get this bright idea, I'll gas it real hard down the dune and stop at the top of the next dune. Man I did not know the power of my bike. I hit 3 gear at the bottom and could feel the G force. Before I knew it I was at the top of the next dune. I slammed on the brakes but didn't get the cluch in and killed the bike as I lanched over the top. It felt like the back wheel was going to come over and I would land upside down back wheel first. With luck on my side I pogo sticked the front wheel half way down the dune. Kind of like doing a stoppie. Need less to say I repositioned the family jewels on the gas tank. When the rear tire finally came down it skidded me to a stop at the bottom. Since I had killed the bike at launch, you could have heard a pin drop in the sand. My buddy comes over the top and says "Man I've never seen anyone fly off a dune that big at that speed. I thought I was going to find you dead or hurt real bad". I told him (in a high pitched voice of a girl) "That's a KX500 and I meant to do that. Now can you please start my bike so I can go back to camp I don't feel so good". He still gives me a hard time, he calls it the nut cracker story.
Danger
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Thanks guys for sharing your stories! :-D
Tim, I can't even imagine riding in those kinds of conditions, especially when it is 95 now and it will be 102 later today! I did grow up in Colorado and I rode my bike to school in the winter and I spent 6 months in Europe riding in the rain back in the 60's. But you are talking frozen clay elevations, sounds pretty scary to me! He He!
Cam, that was one of the funniest stories I have ever heard! I guess it was like anything but a DNF, glad it wasn't a week later when you woke up! :lol: :lol:
Sly, I want to hear more about Amargosa Valley Dunes! I am glad you didn't forget that riding was a really fun thing to do. So I see where your priorities are! He He He! :-D
Danger, that stories reminds me of one of my buddies when the first YZ's came our and the still had metal tanks and had the two little indentations on the back of his tank! He also had a rather high voice! :lol: :lol:
Alan :-)
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Alan,
Check out the "impact" picture in my galley. Maybe I'll tell that one one day. Cam.
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This is fun. My wife doesn't like to listen to these anymore!
Killer Bike.
After a winter of humming and hawing on what to race the next season I finally settled on a bright orange 1978 Canam 250. This was actually about the 4th bike I had decided on over the winter. With each choice I had painted my helmet in team colors to match, then repainted it as I changed my mind (hey what else do you do in northern canada in the winter). I recall going thru honda, yamaha, and husqavarna colors before the paint got too thick. The Canam ended the indecision. What a bike! rotary valve engine, big hp, fast and indestuctible. Turned out to be a bit too fast, pulled from the moment you cracked the throttle so you were always a bit behind the bike wherever you went. On a jump it was typical to be going so much faster than you expected that you would jump way way past the landing and land right in the whoops. And that was when the minor problem showed up...no handling no suspension. Big crashes everywhere! A typical race result was me crawling back to the truck on my hands and knees while the bike never so much as bent a lever. I remember one race I got a massive holeshot then the bike spit me off in the first corner. I had to lay there on my back and fend off the other 39 bikes coming my way with my feet! Nice! This happened lots. It bit others too. Before one big race, two of my friends were the favorites to win but they both wanted to try my bright orange Canam. The bike got both of them, cracked pelvis for one and broken ribs for the other. Neither could race so I got the win. I finally wised up and sold the bike part way thru the season to preserve my health. That bike was a killer. Cam.
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Along long long time ago in the same land i was following a m8 on a single track who decided he would suddenly lose his balls on his xr80 lol and ride down into the deep ditch - i jumped it but now had ballsless directly below me in my landing area,Descision time ? Land on my m8 with a good chance of him being killed or lean my big er125 and me to the right and hope for the best - the best was me scattered along a barb wire fence with cotton wool on every barb from my newley purchased by mum zip out sleeves jacket.Timbowe cheers for the offer,ill be hungover 2mrrw-go the crusaders - enjoy your ride and showing the peasants who the Boss is !
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I thought I would revive this post since we have a bunch of new members that may want to post some of there riding stories!
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one morning in 1984 i was at little sahara okl. i got on my new 84 red tecate went as fast as it woul;d go probly 80 mph racing my buddy on his three wheeler and i was out front when i saw what looked like a sand lip when i was about ten feet from it it was a almost 90 degree dropoff i never let off the throttle did not have time to its the farthest ithink any one has jumped a three wheeler i thought i was giong to die it hit sqaure bottemed out so hard pegs and feet got in the sand and bounced i killed the bike and coasted to a stop scared out of my mind my buddy came up beside me where i had stoped he thought i did that on perpuse . and ask if the seat cushion got sucked off the seat by my behind i told him i did not plan that wow,,,,, probly went 150 feet 30high
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The year was 1987. A friend of mine was moving and he had an 84 YZ80 that they wanted to sell. I talked to his older brother about it and he said 50 bucks and it's mine. I went home and told my parents about it and they said no until my older brother jumped in and said they should do it. Nobody in my family, including myself, had ever owned a dirt bike. So I go over there with 50 bucks and bring it home. It is missing the right footpeg and the gas cap. Well my parents had just shelled out 50 bucks so they had no intention of buying replacement parts as well. I found some pvc pipe in the garage that had the perfect I.D. for the spline and put some duct tape over the tank and took off down the street. There was a dirt road behind my house so I headed straight for it and the first little jump I hit the makeshift peg broke. So I rode back home to cut myself as many pegs as I could fit in my pockets and headed straight back to the dirt road. Eventually I had enough money to buy a new peg and a gas cap. The whole dirt bike thing was all mine, nobody else in my family was involved and I had to learn a lot of crap the hard way. I seized that bike after a few months because I had no idea you had to change the oil. I ended up selling it for 250 bucks or something to a guy that wanted it for parts.
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This one is on a street bike but what the heck. I was giving my buddy Mike a ride on my 87 kawasaki ZL1000, it had the same motor as the ninja 1000 only It was a shaft drive standard style bike that would boil the back tire off just by rolling the throttle on hard. Anyway I was giving Mike a ride to show off how fast the bike was we had allready pulled some wheelies and smoked the tire off a few times and were heading back to the house so Mike assumed he could relax I did not realize MIke had quit holding on and was busy sight seeing. I decided we had time for one more wheelie so at about 20mph In first gear I grabed a big hand full of throttle, the wheelie was going nicely when I noticed that something was not right, I looked down where to my surprise I had to feet sticking out of my arm pits in front of me, right away I knew their was only one thing to do so I grabed a whole bunch of brake. Mike came back up on the bike so fast he hit his head on the back of my head Mike said all he could see was the street a couple inches from the top of his head and the whole world was upside down. Can you imagine how fast the ground looks like its moving at 70mph when your eye balls are only 8 inches off the ground.
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BDI that's funny....
This is a snowmobile story... I was 15, my family including my dad's 2 brother's and all my cousins rented a cabin for a week of fun in the snow on our snowmobiles. Our cabin was next to a golf course that we could ride as long as we stayed of the greens. We rode (raced) the golf course mostly at night and rode the trails during the day. After a few nights riding the gold course, my cousin and I decided to reverse direction to change things up. I'm on my Yami 440 sled, wide open chasing my cousin?s tail light, and getting ready to make a pass. When all of a sudden, his brake light comes on then the light from the sled disappears. I hit the brakes... too late. I drop about 10 feet and land on the frozen pond. (Right about now, my shorts needs changing). I see my cousin trying to stop his sled from spinning on the ice and trying to get it back to the frozen ground. I'm sliding around in circles, and am finally able to get the sled off the ice. We slowly ride back to the cabin with this look of terror on our face. Because we reversed our direction, we completely forgot about the pond. Needless to say we curtailed our night riding after that.
The next day they opened the pond for ice skating. They had to drill the ice to ensure it was thick enough?. My cousin and I already knew it was plenty think?.
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I always have fun and some near death experiences when out riding, but not too many stories that you haven't heard.
About six or seven years ago, I decided to take guys my age and ability riding where me and my hillclimb buddies used to go get some training in. It was an abandoned strip pit/coal mine in southern Indiana. Hills with turns and jumps 800 to 1000 ft high were normal trails for the area. Single track goat hills, one after another. When you pull into the area, you have to drive by several intimidating trails that resemble an ant farm from years of abuse. The scariest parts are a ways back in the woods, but you got the feel for the place just by parking.
One of my buddies, was on an old warrior, hunting boots jeans and a jean-jacket. Another one was on a 400 honda 4 stroke bike, XR, I think. The other one was on a big 600 DRZ brand new. These guys didn't have gloves, pants, jersey's or anything. The guy on the Honda didn't even bring his helmet. Of course, I had been there before with several Hillclimbers, Pro and Amatuer. I have EVERYTHING! Complete matching gear, Sweet '96 250 with new plastic and seatcover, and fresh graphics. I am going to show these guys around like the proverbial tour guide. I can tell, they are a little nervous and maybe, or probably out of their comfort zone, if not out of their league. I reassure them that I have been there several times and could show them all they need to ride. This was a role change from the normal, where guys are usually much better than I am. Anyways, I get all my gear on as my ill-prepared buddies wait on me patiently. I roll the 250 down and start her up and my buddies are having a laugh at my overkill of safety and the color lime green on every part of my gear. I don't think they thought I could hear them, but I did. So after She was warmed up and ready to rip, I kick it into second and nail it and made my way to the trail head. The wheel never quit spinning on my way across the gravel road, so I hit third. The bike's back tire was on a mission to pass me up, and I was on a mission to keep on the gas. The wheel went left, I corrected, it went back right I corrected, It went left then as if I was in slow motion, I did a complete doughnut and dumped it right in the gravel. I never even took my feet off the pegs! Road rash within 50 feet of the truck!!! That didn't exactly quiet the heckling like I had intended. They laugh about that part of the ride still to this day. Once I settled down, I showed them plenty of riding though, and I am sure they don't ride without gear anymore. :evil: :evil:
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This one's not mine, but still probably my favorite of all time:
Brian Jahelka's Wild Ride (http://www.john-stichnoth.com/Jahelka.html)
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i hit a tree stump today that was in some tall grass and fliped 360 landed on my back im just sore nothing broken but dented my pc 2 pipe i dont bounce at this age like i did at 20
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Don't worry Stewart it's all down hill from here! :lol: :lol: :lol:
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You ever have one of those days when life flashes before your eyes? The weather is one of those crisp clear days not a cloud in the sky no wind just perfect for a ride. Took the man bike out for a run. I?m having one hell of a good time out here in the desert north of Las Vegas. Fast roads, sand washes, a few whoops, hills and lots of rocks you get the picture. I?m cruising along in 4th gear on a rutted desert road in the middle of nowhere. The road is getting a little narrow and eventually ends up a single track trail. The trail ends up kind of like a kiddy roller coaster small hill after small hill followed by a bigger hill then another small hill and a bigger hill just high enough that you cant see over the top. I?m cruising in 3rd getting a little air after cresting each hill while getting a feel for the terrain this goes on for about 5 smaller hills and then the big hill as I crested it and became airborne yep life all of a sudden life flashed before my eyes. I?m grabbing a hand full of front brake a foot full of rear brake and oh s**t is going thru my mind. As soon as the bike hits the ground skidding the front wheel skids and falls off a 3 foot cliff into a sand wash below. You know how sometimes life goes into slow motion well this is what was going thru my mind. Oh s**t, don?t hit that rock! As the front end comes down it misses the big rock, I?m thinking man was I lucky! By this time I?m doing one of those infamous flying W?s you know where your hands are on the handlebars but the rest of your body is flying along in the air out of control. By this time I?m thinking this is really going to hurt. I hope the bike wont land on me. I hope I don?t break any bones. I hope that screwdriver in my fanny pack doesn?t stab me in the back. I hope I survive this. When the rear tire hits the ground it starts doing the side to side dance you know when the rear end tries to pass the front end on the left side and then tries to pass again on the right side. By now I?m stretched out hanging on like a BMX rider doing a superman seat grab but in my case it was a superman throttle grab. Visions of my family cross my mind my mother, sister, girlfriend, aunts, uncles, cousins. I?m hanging on with only my right hand the engine is racing the rear wheel hits the ground and bounces straight up the seat hits me in the ass and knocks me right straight into the tank, visions of grade school, high school and college and all the crazy s**t we did when we were younger. At this point I?m hanging on like a bull rider feet forward parallel to the forks and my left hand waving in the air. Some how when the rear wheel hits the ground and hooks up my feet land on the pegs and my left hand lands on the left grip. As I get back in control and coast to a stop it all hits you. You shout in the air yea yea yea. You pulled it off and you cheated disaster. I took it easy on the way back loaded up the bike and went home. The only damage a slight bend in the front rim. Didn?t ride the beast for 2 months. Serafin
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hahaha that are funny storys off riding
my story,s not that long ,more snapshot like
i,ve been jumping and by landing i got off track ,
straight in to a waterchannel .
with the water up the axles i kept luckely my bike alive.
so i didn,t had to start it with unbalance and splashing in the water.
and i drove right out
also an nearly death sensation,
it was stupid racing through an industrial zone at fridayafternoon.......
and so i drove me kx 500 sumo at full throttle till...... :-o
i came across a car wanting to turn off thereby crossing me,
i saw him stopping ,doubting,pull up a little,stop again,slightly turned in ,stopped again
i didn,t steer or brake rough ,only concentrating on the car,s movement.s
that,s how i could keep control off the kx,
and race right past him passing it on a foot distance or so at 60 mph .
i never will be so stupid again i hope
ow and i saw no livecycle going on in me mind ,so it wasn,t bad enough :roll: :?
to go on i had some wheelie experiences ,
but the one standing right next to a perfectly vertical parked kx 5oo
desperately seeking for balance since i,m surrounded by spectators,
and i dont want to fall with that green m...f..ker coming down too...
butt i held the clutch so it didn,t stall an di could land carefully pffff
saved my ego again...
then an other one
when i bought my second kx 500 ,
the supermoto ,but not in the fine condition he,s now..
the dude selling it took off for the last spin before loading up the hauler
i didn,t gave permit for that since it was registered on my name a half hour ago
he took it out of his backyard while i was making hauler ready.
and he drove away turned and wheelied to me ,
when he landed the frontwheel slipped and he came down HARD :x :x :x
his face hit the ground like a pumpkin smashed on the ground.. :oops:
the bike slided through the street with him half on it .
and there,s the neighbours car too standing at side off road,
well he smacked in too the side off the car hard
costing him his trousers hands cut open headwound
jacket teared ,EGO smashed in to pieces
i was mad and said i want a piece of the money back,
he did so and i think he was very lucky afterall ,
he didn,t have his crashhat on.. :|
next on is more a ooops moment at he gate ,it dropped for everyone
but i was sleaping and stood against the comin,gate with the fr.wheel :x :x
that,s where my ego is really hurt :-( :cry:
but hey this year was better :lol:
i did go off on me green rocket as well :evil:
hope you like guys like the story,s
grtz menno
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This is not exactly a riding story but this one time at band camp, just kidding this one time when I was about 15 I was sitting in my front yard when I hear a two stroke with no muffler pop to life and rev clear to the moon and stay there. I could tell it was few blocks away by the sound of it. My parents lived where two streets intersected and from my front yard I could see clear down constitution st to the end. I could hear this thing getting louder and louder so I could tell it was moving then all of a sudden three blocks down on constitution I see this bike cross the street with no rider, the bike had to be going 50 mph. In my neighborhood all the curbs were rounded, this bike hit the curb and flew atleast 10 feet into the air it did a front flip and crashed onto these peoples roof. It hit right on the edge and went flipping strait up and landed back in the middle of the front yard. Everything went silent at this point and I'm just standing their in shock of what I just saw when a group of kids go running across the street chaseing after the bike. Very few times in my life have I ever laughed so hard as that day. Adam Brimhall was trying to push start this old 250 air cooled piece of crap that he had, It was in third gear when it started and the throttle was stuck wide open.
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well with the last story i remember pull starting a rm 465 . yes a real one lol . any way i was riding it while CHUCK was pulling me with a four wheeler . ( i worked with him at a kawa dealer ship)any way i was trying everything i could with it in 3rd gear and it hit a couple of times after 6 blocks we turn around and chuck climb's on it ( now chucks just 5'6" ) well i start pulling him about 20 mph and chuck tries a few things and nods to go faster so 30 mph then 35 . chucks got it in 4th at about 40mph and he has the wick lit wide open . at this speed i am looking forward and i HEAR IT booom . as i look to my right i see chuck doing a wheele 10:30 looking at me with the biggest eyes you have ever seen . i am on the gas grabing gears thinking ( is the ins. paid . do we have ins. should i just keep going and leave chuck there while i get him help .hes going to need it at the end of the fourty foot rope ) weve done this before . word to the wise 40 feet is better than 8 . thats another story . well at about 38.5 feet the 465 locks up . solid. i go sliding past chuck and know i have begun to laugh and chucks eyes are bigger as he thinks i am going to take the bike out from under him . HE CAN'T LET THE BIKE GO . after a few mins chuck climbs back off and pushs the bike 3 blocks to the shop . customer gets bike a little rope burn but still locked up .
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me and my wife were headed out to ride the quadzilla with the pertty new fenders and fresh rebuild #27 of 200 builds . i am riding in front of her down the dirt road . i pull off to go to our normal parking place and she went on down the road to meet me . as i pull up a few mins after she arrived which i should have been there all ready she wants to know why i am now carrying one of the front fenders. A 65mph 5th gear wheele sometimes reminds you to not look around and see who is watching.we still at a good ride.
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the last story i got, we were out in mojave CA picking our way through chaparral on the way back to our camp which was by a dried up river bed. i could see the camp and too my left i thought i spied the end of the river bed, so i continued to make my 91' kdx200 fly as much as a 91 kdx200 can fly, and the dang river bed snuck up on me! i was a little late on the whole reacting to the terrain thing, and with both tires locked up i launched us off a good 13 foot drop. thank god i landed on the only spot in the entire river bed that wasn't occupied by a rock, i landed rolling on my back without a scratch and unburied my bike, took off like nothing happened. except all my friends saw and made fun of me 8-) no room for daydreaming out there
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nothing more fun at the end of a hard work day other than coming home and taken the bike for a nice ride!
So now to my story i had a old 83 honda cr 480 traded it for a old yamaha 3 wheeler that was gave to me man was this bike nice.
the bike looked to be totally restored. so i knew a guy that wanted the bike really bad and i had no use for it other than the fact it was a bike bore bike and i love the thrill of riding a bike bore. so the guy meets me at my house 530 on the dot so we go for a ride i get out the kx5 and we take off we make it back in the trials and the guy hands me the cash says no matter what i want this bike so i sat there on hill enjoying the day and the guy rides off down a hill threw a small valley and i realize man hes really halling the mail here next thing i see is him flying over the hill witch is a drop off of about 60 foot to the bottom he flys at least 30 feet straight in the air that old cr480 would run bout 120 next to a yzfr1 and i know the guy was on the high side of 4th gear so going prob i dunno 80 so i start my bike rush over to were hes at he is standing there holding his side dirt bike broke in half literally the only thing i could say to the guy was im gald u already paid for it..
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i have another good story for you
so when i was about 15 or 16 the kid down the road had an old yamaha dirt bike an enduro or some kind i cant remember well he couldnt get it started so i made my down there to help out before he beat it to death with a hammer i tell him let me see this bike i usually can get anything running so there is two hill on the road i live on one going north one goign south and we live right on top of the hill so i push it down the hill going north and it fires so im like im gonna ride it and see what it has so i turn around and start grabbin gears well the throttle stuck wide open it was either grab more gears or blow it the kill switch didnt work no brakes what so ever so at the end of the road is a jog and a woods with a cross street two cars were coming one from each direction just like outta a movie well i cleared both cars hit the side of the lil hill basically backfliped off the bike it lands in the trees and catches fire there was about 6 people standing on top of the hill looking down the road at me i couldnt feel my legs for about 30 mins everyone walked down the road and stood there looking at me and was like are you alright im like yup just figured id set here and see how long it would take for you guys to come check on me. turns out the kid painted the bike including the carb with no filter on it go figure the throttle stuck wide open and the brakes yeah he took the shoes out for some unknown reason i guess the moral of this story is dont just get on a bike and ride check the throttle and brakes out first i learned the hard way but it was one heck of a ride. nick from michigan
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:-o woow how lucky can you be :roll:
i had a same sort of situation with my '81 yammi 125
we had a homemade track in our hood
there were big jumps made with tractor and sure we jumped them hard
till one jump ended up in a fall ,
that putted half the right side in to the soil.
leaving the throttle fully opened burried deep in the mud :x
it now laid there totally gone wild ...
only thing left to do was rip the cap off the plug
if done so at full rev,s the voltage is huge but not lethal
but sure my arm was paralized for several minutes and very painfull too
did this action cross your mind ,or didn,t it ?
i my case it killed the engine lucky me
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picture of the jumps :lol:
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yeah that action crossed my mind but i couldnt seem to find it and i was moving pritty fast with no real place to go so i had to abandon that idea and go to plan B
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this story did give me shivers ,i believe you instantly
why ?
i lost a very good friend of mine back in 96,
he rode for just 6 months with his 1000cc motorcycle.
then one day he was riding fast like 110 mph on a 50 mph road.
and he crashed while overtaking several cars in a slow turn
so there was a funeral and lot,s of tears and greeve :cry:
and his mum gave me a couple of books belonged to him.
i was happy(under the given circumstance) and accepted the gift
two years later i moved to my own appartment.
now comes the scary part so stop here if not feelin comfortable !!
i had the interior of the app. repainted and furnished,
also small cupboard with his and my books stuffed in it,
and i mean stuffed you couldn,t get a book out they were pressed together.
one night i heard big bang ,i jumped out of bed and looked around..
all the books where exploded from the cupboard on to the ground,
laying in half a circle ,and also a candle was raised upside down .... :-o
one of my buddy,s who slept next door (college housing )
also woke up by the noise of this event..
i,ve never been so scared in my whole live ,
never did ouija or anything related and now this came into my live
books have been banned to my mums house in the barn
we putted them on a shelf with his pic standing in front
next day the books came off the shelf by one inch or so
we still believe he didn,t want to throw his own pic of ...
lesson i drawed from all this ,
i waited 10 years before daring to get license for motor,
and guess he wanted to warn me for his mistake
he was ripped out of live in a split sec.
after this occuring he went to a better (place)
till one day i,ve had a dream
and in that dream he came to me ....
and it was so beautiful ,he was so beautifull ,happy &strong &smiling
and he came and laid hand on me shoulder and smiled
while i,m typing this story my tears are rolling again
i apologize for this long story, not directly related to riding stories.
but because of JS,s story it had to come out
do with it what you want ,dont judge him or me
believe what you want , i know there,s alot more b,tween heaven&earth
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i def. can say you,re a believer too
do you tell this story to people ??
my story is mostly to scary for most people ,
some say i dont belief,some say don,t tell
some gettin scared some think you,re lill retarded
anyway i wanna thank you for sharing with me and all others
its a real thing happening and good you took your warning from it!!
i didn,t jump on a road bike for like 11 years after my buddy died
because back then i was a young wild guy
now i,ve got the common sense required to stay alive on big motocycle
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that s a miracle escape js :-o
it was you,r guardian angel doing good job then.
he could keep up with you.
i have lots of story,s since i,m a truckdriver ,
also did lots of crazy stuff with small frontwheeldrive 2 liter cars,
we put 2ooo cc under the hood ,car is 700 kg
then topspeed was 234 km/h
acc. from 0/100 in 5.0 sec flat :lol:
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Its not told very much. but a half dozen have told me similiar stories to yours after hearing it. something happens that gives them the sense that there passed on friend is around then they see them in a dream and are at peace after the episode.
glad you don,t think i,m crazy
its more common then i thought ,so thanks for telling !!
photo of 4th of july from the story, the race ends on the top of the mountain in the second picture, view from my front yard today. if you veiw the picture you can see the road below the ski area going through the woods then you go up the switchbacks just above the ski area on the right side of the mountain then once your on top of the switch backs its full throttle all the way over to the left mountain top. the finish line is 14,500ft
woow nice pics i know pikes peak is worldfamous
everyone races up the pike in cars ,on bikes
really dangerous stuff as pic shows :-o :-o
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BACK IN 1996 I BOUGHT A BRAND NEW KX 500 AND WENT TO A LOCAL MX NOW BEING YOUNG AND COCKY I ENTERED THE PRO OPEN CLASS WHICH HAD JOSH COPPINS AND 6 TOP RANKED RIDERS IN IT, I REMEMBER COPPINS SAYING TO ME ON THE START, A HOLE SHOT MACHINE YOU GOT THERE BOY. NO ONE CALLS ME BOY. IM 6FT AND WAYS A HUMBLE 152KGS. WELL I PULLED A WHEELSTAND ALL THEY WAY DOWN THE START STRAIGHT. SECOND INTO THE FIRST CORNER. RIDING LIKE A MANIAC. LAST LAP RUNNING FORTH, GETTING VERY NACKERD, I CAME TO A 8 METER DROP OFF. THERE WERE ABOUT 5 OF THESE IN THE TRACK. ALSO VERY ROCKY. SO I COMES INTO THIS CORNER THAT TURNS INTO THE DROP OFF AND THE BIG 5 SAYS ENOUGH AND HIGH SIDED ME OVER THE DROP OFF. HEAD FIRST ON TO THE STONES BELOWE. HMMMMM. I WOKE UP . AND EVERYTHING WAS RED. I SAT UP AND START TO COME BACK INTO THE LAND OF THE LIVING. TO REALISE THERE WERE BIKES LANDING BESIDE ME OFF THE DROP OFF. THE FLAG MARSHEL HADENT SEEN ME GO DOWN. LUCKLY A MATE WHO WAS RACING PUT HIS BIKE DOWN AT THE TOP TOO SLOW ALL THE OTHER RIDERS DOWN THEN YELLED HES DEAD HES DEAD. WELL I COULDNT FIGURE WHY IT WAS STIIL RED. TILL I TOOK MY GOGGLES OFF AND THEY WERE FULL OF BLOOD. I BROKE THE FRONT OFF MY HELMET. SPLIT MY HEAD INSIDE THE HELMET .BROKE MY STURNEM. TWO MASSIVE BLACK EYES. ONE ARM THAT WENT BLACK FROM MY FINGERS TO MY SHOLDER. AND A LUMP ABOVE MY EYE THE SIZES OF A ORANGE. HMMMMMM THE GOOD OLD DAYS. AFTER 10MINS OR SO I ASKED WERE MY HORSE WAS. I USED TO RIDE WHEN I WAS YOUNG, THEY SAID YOU RACING MX NOT HORSE RIDING. DAMMMMM FUNNY.
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:-o was your caps hanging on in here :roll:
anyway scary story man ...i m glad not to have such an experience..
however i did had a same sit. on hand.
it was that i had holeshot for the first and then the sec jump i felt right after it...
all the riders still had too come over the jump and i laid there underneath my 250 ,
man was i scared omg :-o
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Lost in the desert story
this past winter i was on my kx500 and had 2 friends on a yamaha 450f and a honda 250f and we were on last ride for the day when the 450f rider suddenly hit a sharp rock on a woop and cracked his bottom case. Oil everywhere so he was done. My friend on the 250f stayed with him and i went back to get my truck. we thought we were just over 1 small hill. i came up over the hill and no camp. i saw some riders and asked directions and they sent me in the wrong direction. turns out we went to far north then our camp and then too far east. I turn and was heading west and realized my tank was getting low and it was approaching dark. i kept me cool and saw a freeway and headed for it. once i got to the freeway i saw signs for the road i needed and made it back to camp. at that point there was no way i remebered where i left my buddies at and cell phones were not picking up that great. Apparently another group of riders found my buddies and had a gps and they were able to call our camp with coordinates. my friend with the 250f left our broken down 450friend and also got lost heading back but we both arrived same time, got in his 4x4 pickup, opened up his never-been-used gps and tried to program it as we headed out. fortunaltly we figured it out and it led us to our friend just as the sun was setting. we drove back to camp in the dark in the truck and all vowed to never ride without a gps again.
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SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS ITS WAS EARLY IN THE MORNING. another great crash story. about 1989 i was racing a harescramble on a ....i hate to say it xr 200. about 2 1/2 hours in i was 3rd closing on 2nd and getin a bit loose we were racing a tight wooded section that was heavily mined [not exspolsive .gold type] i was going way to fast into a right hander when i over shot the corner and was plowing thru dense scrub just kept it pinned. when i see this bloody grat hole apear in front of me . so i try to wheelstand over it but just case it out the bike and i both stopped dead. it tipped over backwards and i fell down the shaft. about 15 feet then the bike fell on top of me. so here i am cant move. no one knows im down there. so i took my helmet off and thru it up out the hole. lucky for me it landed on the track and a couple of other riders spotted it and heard me yelling. so they tie a rope to the front wheel pull out the xr then me. they reckon i was white as a ghost. so got back on and managed to get back to 4th no back mud guard or muffler. it made the local paper. my dads a miner. funny stuff.
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:-D no prob kiwimonster :wink:
btw this story is scary too man !
what if no one heard you or if you were to wounded to throw ...
you must praise your luck here i think.
btw if its you in the avatar ,
and that xr fell on top of you it probably got damaged by the impact with you LOL
you,re not one of the smallest people :lol:
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ok this goes back to my honda days! lol Me and a buddy going out to inks lake cam knows about it, just got the honda fix'ed (for once) so start it up not even thinking to warm it up a lil a start'd to ride hard drag racin my bro i pop'ed it down from 5th to 3rd not thinkin my motor went pop i went f#$k so walk back to the truck drove to my bros rip'ed apart the motor shatered piston cracked jug bent crank rod and crank so that was the last time my CR ever ran hell of a race bike
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well. got my 1974 husqvarna 250cr mag running this weekend..
Took it out for its first spin since being down for a few months.
Made it about a mile from camp, and the rear exaust mount breaks (only has 2) so, I start riding back to camp with one hand on the bars, the other holding the pipe on..
Then POP, BRRRRRRR... as I watch the spark plug (extra one, bike has 2) shoot off into the desert... As I think to myself, Hmmm forgot to tighten the second plug...
So after about 5min of looking for the plug, I clean her off.. Screw it back in, start the bike, and start riding back to camp, Holding the pipe on with my leg, and holding the plug in with my hand.... riding cross armed (left hand on the throttle) in order to do so...
Made it back... without going for a hike...
Fixed em and rode it the rest of the weekend with my father on his (bought new) 1974 250wr husqvarna he used to desert race etc..
Not the best story. Just my weekend outing...
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x-mass morning got the k5 back together with presents from the wife. so me and two friends go riding yesterday in a place i have not been in about 5 years. first thing i notice is the new crank seal did not seal. so about 2 pm we decide to go up a fire road and back down a single track. some how i got on the wrong trail and got completely lost. after a while i came across two guys at a fork in the trail, i ask if they have a map and the response was "great now theirs 3 dum sh@#s lost in the woods".so we start trying to make are way to camp. they said they had an idea of the way. now its snowing and almost dark, so the three of us are clipping a long. I'm last in line so of course i run out of gas. they don't notice and keep going. great lost, in the snow, in the dark, pushing the bike. it don't get no better then this! push up a big hill, coast down a little hill it went like this for miles.they realize I'm not with them any more and come back, one of them is on a ktm 2t so he gives me enough gas to get to a paved road, the other guy is on a yama wr head light thank god. so we decide we'll take the ticket and ride down the road. like 10 miles later I'm at the truck, my friends are still out looking for me so I'm locked out of the truck.load my bike and go to sleep under the truck. about a half hour later they come back. they said i scared the crap out of then and they had the rangers out looking for me.
to the two guys from santa rosa who helped the guy on the smoking kx5 in cc camp on dec/26/09 my wife says thank you so much.
mark
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The year was 1979. I was on my first bike, an old, beat up xr80 (i think thats what it was). Hardly had money to put gas in it let alone buy any parts for it. My two buddies were on brand new kx80's. We were really flying down this dirt road and there was a cable across the road at just the right height. Just above the front tire and just below the front fender. By the time I saw it it was too late and I crashed into the cable and it shattered the front fender - there were tiny red pieces of plastic all over the place. I didn't get hurt, but since I couldn't afford a new fender I rode many months with no front fender. This was when living in Western Washington where there is A LOT of RAIN and MUD! What a sight that was.
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Heres a story of a very expierienced quad rider(me) riding his first dirtbike(kx500).
Well last september i was rider with some of my buddys and we rode about 7 hours that day, but it was around 530 pm and i was feeling some food, but as we were on the trails back to grab some chow i past a fun/huge hill climb that i climb on my stretched kfx700 quad. But as i got about 50 yards from the hill i waved my hand to my buds and told them to turn around and i wanted to climb that hill.(mistake) I was doing quite well on two wheels all day only fell twice prior to this hill climb. So anyways as i looked at the hill i found a path to take so i took it, and low and behold made it all the way to the top no prob at all, then as im still in 3rd gear about 40 ft from the top of the hill, im rippin along and there in the trail was a rock the size of a football :-o i hit it with the front tire, the handlebars went lock to lock at least 6 times, as this was happening i was like 'this is going to hurt'. Then finally it went to one side and i felt my self falling over, then my elbow hit me in the chest and it hurt alil, then when i hit the dirt the handlebar whipped around and hit me in the same spot as my elbow hit me i have never felt pain as bad as this, thats all i remembered until about 10min later when i woke up to my friends standing around me, i went to stand up and fell back down into the fetal position in an incredible amount of pain. After i finally got up (all 6ft 8in 300lbs of me) i could here and feel that my ribs were deffinately broken, turns out i broke/seperated 4 ribs and bruised a few others, the bruise that was on my skin was so bad blood was coming through my skin were the was no cut. Oh and almost forgot, that i had to ride all the way back to the truck. I havent rode since, But im not a quitter, my saying is, 'rub dirt in it, and take a lap'. Im goin out this weekend to a local spot with my friends.
Ride on guys, never give up,
Lance
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24 hour race in alambam 2012. finanlly won it overall. the team i ride for (action kawasaki) has been trying for 10 years to do it. this was my 7th year on the team. this past year we had mose howard from fl, jon mcCabe from fl, myself (garrett edmisten) from fl, destry abbott you all know who he is, gary southerlin from ca, and jacob augurbright from ca. couldnt have asked from a better team. if you havent done a 24 hour race before you should try one. they are a lot of fun. nothing but good times with your buddys. hopefully next year destry and crerw with come back over to the east coast so we can defend are number one plate.
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24 hour race in alambam 2012. finanlly won it overall. the team i ride for (action kawasaki) has been trying for 10 years to do it. this was my 7th year on the team. this past year we had mose howard from fl, jon mcCabe from fl, myself (garrett edmisten) from fl, destry abbott you all know who he is, gary southerlin from ca, and jacob augurbright from ca. couldnt have asked from a better team. if you havent done a 24 hour race before you should try one. they are a lot of fun. nothing but good times with your buddys. hopefully next year destry and crerw with come back over to the east coast so we can defend are number one plate.
(http://i1073.photobucket.com/albums/w392/dspmoto/c94bb35d.jpg)
That wouldn't be Maplesville would it? Never raced the 24 hrs, but have rode many miles at Reynolds pasture.
... Good times, Good times ...
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Yes that's is the 24hr in mapelsville. Love that place. One of the best riding places ever.
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Gloves, Shoes, and Pants Everytime I Ride
Riding Jacket whenever it isnt like 100 degrees outside