First big crash

Mines was when I was 17 on my rd250e there was loads of French birds on a exchange trip and they where liking my shit wheelys and I thought I could top it by going flat out through the high st traffic lights fucking thing threw a tank slapper and spat me off about 90mph the bike bounced into a coppers Volvo writing it off and travelled on for a big distance I walked away from it with a big fuck off burn on my side a totalled rd250 in which I tried to make my escape from the rozzers on there was nowt left of the r/h side off it I was pissed off as I also totalled my jacket which was the same one that's in my avatar I got done for dangerous that night they wouldn't believe I was doing 30 as all my mates said I was doing lol 2 days later all charges dropped one lucky bastard

I remember every crash. But my first crash was about a week after I got my brand new kh100ex. I was riding past a school (still running it in) and was doing about 25mph when some stupid bitch called her son across the road. He decided to do the rabbit in headlights thing and I ran him over and came off. He jumped up called me stupid fucking wanker and him and his mum walked off like it never happened. Had lots of witnesses who saw it wasn't my fault though.

I've never had a big crash

Like many, I've had a few but my very first one scared the shite out of me.

It was a mix of inexperience, poor weather and a couple of Christians.



CB125twin, 17 years old, coming home from the birds house along the high street, pissing rain, pitch black, approaching a zebra crossing. I was behind a Hillman Hunter (look it up you young-uns!) 2 Christians walked straight out the Church and carried on out onto the crossing without waiting for anybody to slow or stop. Hillman stopped I didn't, bike layed down as I locked everything up in a vain attempt to stop in the wet, slid under the back of the car and got stuck under the boot with the bike. Women driver thought I was dead.

I jumped straight up and tore a strip out of said Christians pointing out the error of their ways, looking round wondering what the fuck happened. Then remembered I should check myself over for anything broken, nothing other than bruised wrists (turns out as I put my arms out, my wrists stopped my going any further under the car) hitting the bumper.

Amazingly, I picked up said Honda wasn't anything broken, it had crash bars fitted which saved everything by luck, tried to then calm the hysterical driver down as I went on my way. Her car had a huge dent under in the boot floor but she drove off shaking like a leaf.

Don't recall ever exchanging details, but remember her saying the car wouldn't have passed another mot, so she wasn't that bothered.

Took me a few days to realise how lucky I'd been, and thought fuck me, oh well that's the first one out of the way!

Mum had a brown imp

First realy big crash was when i got hit
by an uninsured volvo driver on my gs1000 when i was 22(volvo = tank = fecking hurts) 33 operations and manipulations now left with half a wrist and a 1 bone forearm

I think I've been very lucky over the years and walked away from a few where I should have got far worse injuries.

I think my biggest was just after getting my B12 back on the road after a makeover ( the full works, PVM wheels, 6 pot AP's, full Akro,big cooler etc etc)

It was 02:30 in the morning on the way home from work and I'd arranged to meet a mate who worked similar hours for a beer at my house.  There was a nice straight on the edge of the village that was perfect for a bit of wheelie practice so, flat in 2nd on the back wheel, into 3rd as it's starting to come down. "This is a good one" thinks I, all the way to it landing as I topped out in 3rd,

then it went a bit wrong.

I don't know if I put it down a bit on the piss or the light wheels removed a bit more stability than I thought but then next thing I know is I'm out the front door over the bars and now sliding down the road far faster than I like. I came to rest curled up in the gutter a looooong way down the road and feeling a bit second hand, next thing, my 'phone rings and it's my mate asking if I'd just come off ? He'd heard it from a mile away at my house.

Somebody in one of the houses got woken by the noise and called an ambulance with Plod turning up for a sniff who then decides to question me while the medic is assessing the damage.

"So, how fast were you going sonny ?" asks Plod (while surveying the trail of bits and oil up the road).

"29.8 mph".

Cue one pissed off Plod getting back in his car and driving off.

Injuries ?
3 bust ribs, snapped tendon in little finger, skin loss on arms/knees/back (work clothes on). Fortunately the road was very smooth so it was more friction burn than gravel rash.
Bike ?
Bars/clocks/light/tank/panels/left Harris rearset/engine cases/subframe at 90 deg sideways. Never found the battery but all the expensive bits survived with only a slight mark on the Akro and the forks bending the top feeds to the cooler when the lockstops broke.
Remedial action ?
Fit steering damper as part of rebuild.