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BDI:
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.

eprovenzano:
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?.

Hillclimb#42:
 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:

KaTooMer:
This one's not mine, but still probably my favorite of all time:

Brian Jahelka's Wild Ride

stewart:
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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