I was riding a friends KZ 1000 when I was about 17, thats 20 yrs. ago, doing about 120, slowed down for the exit ramp, got down around 60 or so and the engine siezed. The rear wheel locked up, I leaned forward and let her slide. When we trucked it back to my house, the gears were all melted together, not a drop of oil to be found.
On my Ninja 750, 1989, Northern California, switched lanes big time tank slapper, about an 8 on the pucker factor, going about 90.
Totalled my 750 about 3 months later. Picked up my bike from the shop, recall on the brakes, they were real soft. I had my normal route with a decent jump over RR tracks, lands so smoothly, but there was a Datsun B210 stopped on the other side. I hit the brakes, but they were not spongy any longer, they locked up. The bike ended up under the Datsun, lifted it off of the ground, I rolled through oncoming traffic, no helmet etc. My hands were like potato chips, burned to a crisp. That one I thanked God for. My parents made me ride a bicycle to school for the next year or so. Sure hurt the dating life, but I'm a much better person for it. Plus, I started riding my bike competitively, lost a ton of weight. Then I bought a Ducati 896 (i think), man that bike was fun. Sold it, then the Busa, and now another Busa on the way.
My step dad is a surgeon, he used to take me when he would have a bike accident, thats where he got most of his organ donors.
On my Ninja 750, 1989, Northern California, switched lanes big time tank slapper, about an 8 on the pucker factor, going about 90.
Totalled my 750 about 3 months later. Picked up my bike from the shop, recall on the brakes, they were real soft. I had my normal route with a decent jump over RR tracks, lands so smoothly, but there was a Datsun B210 stopped on the other side. I hit the brakes, but they were not spongy any longer, they locked up. The bike ended up under the Datsun, lifted it off of the ground, I rolled through oncoming traffic, no helmet etc. My hands were like potato chips, burned to a crisp. That one I thanked God for. My parents made me ride a bicycle to school for the next year or so. Sure hurt the dating life, but I'm a much better person for it. Plus, I started riding my bike competitively, lost a ton of weight. Then I bought a Ducati 896 (i think), man that bike was fun. Sold it, then the Busa, and now another Busa on the way.
My step dad is a surgeon, he used to take me when he would have a bike accident, thats where he got most of his organ donors.