you must have 9 lives! In 25 years of riding I left the horse only 6 times the fast way (including the sins of youth) - I remember every single one.
I fell off the 650 Beezer 13 times in one day! It was the second day I owned it. It had started snowing the day before when I bought the bike and I had to install the generator and lighting on it. I got there early, but it took me a few hours to get the job done. It had started snowing while I was working on it and there was about 6" of snow on the ground and still snowing when I was ready to go home. We lived about 8 miles out of town up a mountain in Wyoming.
The last half mile was a very steep not very good kinda plowed road. It would have made a great endure section! I made it home, but to talk about the trip would be an aside to this one.
The club I was in was planning to go on a ride the nest morning. These rides are dirt oriented and we'd just go out hill climbing and dicing around short courses and fun stuff like that.
The morning dawned bright and sunshiny with 7 or 8 inches of snow everywhere. It was about 10F degrees outside. I put on my warm stuff and started down the hill from our house. There was a short straight section by our neighbor's house that is cut into the hillside. There is a log fence by the edge of the road. I came around the corner onto this straight and slid down sliding into the fence taking two posts out and sending his logs flying!
I got up and jumped back on the bike, took off and fell off again in the slick stuff about 50' later. This is in the first half mile from my house! I finally got to town and we departed to a placed I hadn't ridden before. The first stunt I pulled as these guys were riding around a narrow little rim was to dive into the bottom of this bowl that they were riding around and I was going to take a short cut.
Well, unbeknownst to me was the bottom of this bowl, neatly hidden under the snow, was a mud bog. the Beezer immediately sunk up to its axles, and me halfway to my knees! It took the whole gang to drag me and it out! They weren't very happy with me at the moment.
We continued chasing around and having a great time just goofing off in the snow and I was randomly falling off as were most of the others. I do recall sitting at the edge of the track and getting bashed into by a wildly flailing bike. Took both of us
down!
Later, as it was time to go home, I headed up the mountain and was making it home without further incident until I got right in front of the house and lost it again!
My mom said the air was blue from what she heard eminating from the road!
Man, I was tired of picking that beast up!
One thing that always amazed me about the old Brit bikes. As often as I crashed, fell off, got off, and otherwise pranged, I never did much more than break a clutch or brake lever, or maybe bend a footpeg. The expensive parts never seemed to get in the way! Those old Brit bikes were a wonder!
Anyway, as you can see, there ain't no way I could begin to remember all my little meetings with Ol' Mother Earth, abut I'll never forget it was13 times. But I can remember the Biggies, like breaking my leg, or going over the bars in a big way, or flipping a Miata and ending up with my head maybe an inch off the ground sliding down the road, or dragging my head down a freeway hanging upside down in Bonanza. Or rolling down a hill in a jeep, and stuff like that!
I'm not exaggerating when I tell you I've outlived three cats!
Bare