When was the last time you got the OMG I'm going to die feeling on your bike?

Question

That happened to me last week when i was at a red light and this car coming up behind me was way to fast and he slammed on his brakes. luckily i noticed it and i just took off on the red light.

i meant motorcycle in case i wasnt clear. but ive a had an OMG momment on a bicycle to, lol.

Answer 1

I have never thought I was going to die on my motorcycle.
Not even when I was being thrown from it.

There have been a few "Ohhh Shhhits".
But I never thought "I'm gonna die".

Some good stories up there, though.

Answer 2

This ain't the last one, I get them all the time here in downtown Sarasota, but it is the funniest one. And there is a lesson to be learned from it for someone.

It was my first bike, many years ago. A '79 Yamaha XS650. I had had it a while, and being new to the game, since I had been riding about three months and had not fallen down yet, I figured I knew it all. The bike began to stall at stop signs and red lights. I found that by keeping a little throttle on, it would stay lit.

I was using the kick starter more and more often "to save the battery" which is what I though was wrong with the bike. Well, it wasn't the battery, it was the gennie. At low RPM it was not putting out enough juice. To keep this short, here is what I did that is, after so many years, amusing.

I was riding with some buddies through Montery, and stalled three times at the same light. I got highly PO'd and just revved up the bike and popped the clutch. Yep. You guessed it. There I am, newbie rider, and I see the tank coming up to meet my nose. I had never come close to doing a wheelie before and really had no clue as to what was going on, or what to do about it.

I don't recall this part, but my pals said they heard what sounded like a siren (Me, screaming at the top of my lungs.) and saw me wizzing through the intersection on one wheel. I had a death grip on the front brake lever (Which did absolutly no good at all!) and finally, out of sheer panic, pulled in the clutch lever.

The bike gently sat back down, engine still revving like mad since I had not gotten off the throttle. I regained my wits, and then I pulled into the next available gas station and cleaned my shorts the best I could.

I have never come close to pulling that stunt again. And with any luck, never will. The OMG's, well, with cell phones, city clowns who think there time is worth more than other peoples, and just plain old brainless drivers that don't have the common sense God gave a kumquat, they are gonna keep coming. But never any as funny as my first one.

Answer 3

Not long after I got my licence and first 'real' sports bike (Yamaha FZ6), I read everything like crazy about riding technique; but of course there was nothing like practical experience. One evening I read in a sportsrider magazine about a rider on a canyon road who went into a corner too fast, panicked and hit the front brake. Result - straight over a cliff; terminal. The article made the point "Whatever you do, if you are having trouble in a corner; don't panic, and don't hit the front brake; but feed in more lean angle - it's amazing to newer riders how far you can lean the bike over."

Anyway, the very next day, on a twisty road, I totally mistook a corner, and went into it WAY too fast. I was sure i was going to come off, but with the article fresh in my mind, I just kept pushing the bike over until my boot and the footpeg was scraping the tarmac. I got round the corner, but when I caught up to my mates at the lookout a couple of miles further up the road, I was shaking like a leaf. If I HADN'T read that article in the mag the night before, I would have slammed straight into the cliff face.

Answer 4

A few weeks ago when I was going through some twistys. I was making a hard turn to the right at about 40 and just past the corner, a van was backing out of her driveway and blocking my lane. I had just barely enough time to swerve to the left, barely missing an oncoming car and ended up in the ditch. Forks are toast, and I got some really spectacular bruises on my ribs, as well as a piece of pine tree in my thigh. The one bright spot was the silly ***** who was in the van got so grossed out by the blood she ralphed in the road. Plus I got some really kick *** pain meds in the hospital. Luckily it was my CX500 instead of my CB900. If it was the 900 I would have been even more pissed than I was!!

Answer 5

About every week or so when I was stationed and riding in Italy. That's why I used to carry a ballpeen hammer in a holder on the side of the bike. Only had to use it a couple of times when tapping on their windshield with my gloves didn't wake 'em up.

Most recently, Wolcott Ave just north of Kansas City. Came around a corner, saw gravel on the road, swerved to miss it just to see a car coming the other way coming into my lane cutting the corner. REALLY found out right then that choppers don't steer very well.

Answer 6

My wife and I on our Harley, passing a camper pulling a boat. Nice long empty straight stretch of highway. We were about half way around when a cage pulled out of a driveway and headed our way. He never expected to see anyone on that side of the road so why would he want to look both ways? He stayed over to the side of his lane pretty good, the camper driver was talking on the phone and had no idea anything was going on, and all three of us fit on the highway together with us hugging the camper. Pretty exciting for a few seconds.

Answer 7

I had that same thing happen to me 6 or 7 years ago. It was about enough to make my heart explode. Been awhile since I had a OMG (haven't kicked any car doors lately, no I don't want to share my lane with a car.), guess I'm about due for one, Crap!

Answer 8

Last night when my passenger decided to lunge forward and to the right (?? guessing here ??) to remove something from between his toes... I have since decided to implement a mandatory Motorcycle Passenger Training course, given by me, issued before any passenger will be allowed on my bike again!....

Answer 9

I m 20 and barely learned to ride a bicycle Summer 2005... I was 18 then..
I fell off my bike going down a steep (over exaggerating!) hill. I landed on a pile of rocks and scraped my elbows, forearms, knees, chin, and my cheek. My bike landed on top of me... :(
Needless to say, I got right up and biked the rest of the way home. Im a trooper!
P.S. Motorcycles are just down right DANGEROUS!

Answer 10

mine was more of an Oh ****... just this last May. Two surgerys later and feeling much better...
Good on ya for keeping an eye on the cager, there are some really distracted people out there.