My beloved mint-condition 1993 VFR750F. I was headed to school at dusk, and topped over a hill to a stopped truck waiting to turn left. I sit and patiently wait, even though there is a road that intersects to my right that I could have passed him on.
Oncoming traffic passes him by, and he begins to turn left. As soon as his bumper clears my path, I twist the throttle, and start passing. Immediately clearing his bed, there is a lady in a Saturn turning down the road to my right. Her car is completely blocking my lane at an angle, and I am going at exactly the wrong speed with no time to react properly. I tried to swerve last minute to the left so as to clear her hood, but no dice; 30mph WHAM!!! Front tire of the Viffer crumples her bumper and hood, Newton's First Law immediately takes effect on my body. I slam forward and dent the tank with my pelvic bone, bike falls on top of me.
She jumps out with the customary "I didn't see you", I thought traffic was stopped", "Are you ok?" I can't say anything because of the pain. Local police shows up, and doesn't issue a ticket to anyone. He can't find fault on her, but he asks me if I crossed the white line into the intersection. I answer no, and he writes it off as a no-fault accident.
End of story; Bike totalled
, Bruised pelvis, out of work for two weeks, no heavy lifting, State Farm cuts me a check for full face value of the motorcycle. The adjustor said it was the most pristine example of a motorcycle he has ever had the displeasure of totalling. I used the money to buy me a Honda Accord cheap, and paid the loan with the rest.
Second bike was my 2000 R1. I changed the oil in it one Friday, and some riding buddies dropped by saying they were headed to a local twisty haven. I rushed the job, and apparently dropped the crush washer that goes under the drain plug screw. Long story short, we rode 30 miles to the spot, while my oil drain plug was backing out the whole time. As soon as I tipped into the first turn (a left-hand sweeper), I felt the bike sliding to the right. Not knowing what was actually happening, I rolled off the throttle, and tried to stand it up. No luck, it was still sliding towards the grass. I tried slowing down, and by then enough oil had coated my rear tire that it just gave in. I laid it down, and slid about 40 yards on the side of the road. No damage to me other than some bruises (I was wearing a Joe Rocket Blaster Jacket, jeans, gloves, boots). The bike lost all the paint from the right side, brake lever broken, rearset broken, no oil, clip-on intact but bent. I had to wait for three hours while they rode home, found a truck, drove back and five of us lifted the bike in to the bed. I have never forgotten a crush washer again.