I've had two crashes one, serious and one stupid and funny.
Stupid and Funny:
I was 18 riding my Yamaha IT250 trail bike down the road, with a car full of my family following. I was soooo keen on showing off I was standing on the seat with one leg flying out behind and looking over my sholder to see if they could see when I ran off the road doing about 70kph. Went straight down the bank, a brief does of blue, green, blue, green, blue then everything finally stopped moving. Damage report ... everything works cool, now wheres the bike? all I could see was the tip of the handle bar sticking out of the water.
Serious:
Was 21, and out giving it death on my VFR750 with a friend following on his FZR1000. I came into a mild right hander doing about 210kph when the bike started doing the meanest tank slap. I buttend off and went of into the roadside verge where I managed to straigten things up. I was making it back onto the road ( doing about 195kph still ) and thinking Bloody hell that was close when I ran over a bit of the road that had slipped away due to a little stream that was ruinning under the road.
The front when over it by the rear slipped down and sideways and the bike when down.
Things got a little blury then and most of this info was from my friend who was breaking hard trying not to run me over as I disentegrated myself and my bike over the next 300 odd meters.
Apparently I bounced about 80meters across the road, hit a ditch on the other side, and then plowed down the ditch for another 200+ meters, all the time the bike was comming down on top of me and flinging bits of honda everywhere.
I smashed up my left hand ( glove came off ) cracked my right shoulder and had various hideous grazes ( the worst took 12 weeks to heal ) and spent a week in hospital. My leather jacket was popped on both sides from under my arm pit down to the leather strap.
The only thing that saved me from not being a piece of mince on the side of the road, was that ditch which was filled with water and reeds, a lot softer than tarmac. That and not hitting anything solid and un-moving.
I could still find bits of my bike 3 years later at the crash site
It was ten years before I bought another bike, older wiser and a bit less gung ho. When I was 20 I thought I was bullet proof and nothing would happen to me and then one day it all changed.
Jim.
P.S I was wearing an Arai helmet that day and I didn't even get a head ache, everything else hurt but no concussion. Fantastic helmets.
P.P.S: The Physio was worse than the accident.