Worst Crash you had and Lived,,,,,,,,well on second thought

[big turkey]

If you did not live you would not respond , now would you.

I was 14 and going to the local swimming hole when a station wagon backed onto a country road

from behind a big bush and plowie, I hit it doin 55 or better.

Broken Femur, cracked pelvis, torn up both knees and laid on a shot gravel road  until the

ambulance arrived and took me to Saint Mary's Hospital.

Verdict set leg and Body Cast for three weeks and then a full leg cast.

Bike was totaled and smashed into a pretzel(Xl 125 red).

No more riding until was 18 and bought a GT 550 Suzuki 2 stroke triple.

Honda CR250 Elsinore as well.

Big AL

[Jabba]

1989... on a  1987 Honda VFR700.  65 MPH and bumped into the median by a no-lookie lane changer.  She actually HIT me and knocked me into the median.

I ain't sure WHAT happened but I went over the bars at 60+.

I got a sore wrist, and a totaled scoot.

I was leather jacket, helmet, boots, gloves and lucky as hell.

Jabba

[BigMacMT]

New member, been viewing board for long time & enjoy your posts. One year ago had a car pull out/turn in front of my wife & I (83 Goldwing). Almost managed to miss it but front fork hit bumper jammed handlebar into my gut, knocked out, slide/rolled down hwy. Verdict severly rupture spleen (lost it), couple gashes in the head & nasty road rash on the knees & hands among other injuries. Luckily was wearing helmet & gloves. Wife walked away with very minor road rash on her hands & severe emotional trauma, she thought I was dead. Today I'm riding again (99 Valkyrie I/S) wife is not.

BigMac(MT)

[JimL]

1973 or 1974 on my brother's Kawasaki (don't remember the model).  Went to the bootlegger to buy beer.  For starters, its not too brilliant of an idea to carry a case of beer packed in a paper bag between your legs on a motorcycle.  It gets more complicated by the fact that there were no rear brakes.  I was just about to leave the asphalt and hit the dirt road when a kid pulls out in front of me on his bicycle.  I grab the brakes too hard and low-side (to this day I don't know how I missed the kid).

I am skinned up and bleeding with beer all over the road in a dry county and I'm underage (if that really matters that I'm underage in a dry county).  I have the wits about me to push the beer off the road and into the weeds...this is no lie....a deputy sheriff drives by not 2 minutes after hiding the beer.  I collect myself enough to get back on the bike and drive home.  I get my step-dads car, a new paper bag and go back and collect my beer!

I was really skinned up, but when I reflect on it, the wreck wasn't all that bad...the bike incurred very little damage.  I think it just seemed worse than it was because of the fear of going to jail!

[Mike M in ohio]

At the Americade in '09. I was returning from a self-guided Vermont tour. Rounded a bend, and encountered a large brown cow in my lane. I deftly angled left into the opposite lane, only to face a wide-eyed woman in an on coming Buick. Somehow managed to dive to the right once more, only to hit some loose road debris, which finally caused my rig to drop on its slde, spinning and sliding for fifty yards, til I hit the guardrail. I hit the rail, cracking open my helmet, then tumbled down the hillside. I ended up waking with no memory, [a concussion] two broken ribs, a broken vertebre and lotsa cuts bruises and some large hematomas on my back But, I survived, went bck to work in two weeks, and then rebuilt the bike in the course of the summer.   The most painful part of the crash, was when the trooper cme to the hospital, to give me a ticket for sliding through a stop sign at the end of the crash. Sigh.       Mike in N.Y.

[Grumpy]

March 13, 2010  doing 65 mph on I-4 heading toward Tampa, clown changed lanes, hit my front wheel. I went down, managed to stay on the bike while it slid on it's side, then it high sided and launched me in the air. Ended up tumbling down the road in 5 lanes of heavy traffic. How I missed getting run over, I will never know. Rang my bell, when I came to, a lady was straddling me, and holding my head. First words I heard was do not move, thank fully I did not come out too bad, knees skinned pretty bad, right elbow down to the bone, left arm and elbow bad road rash. 4 cracked ribs on my left side. Transported to the hospital, the fire dept was only about 1 mile from the scene, so response was quick. wearing a full face helmet, it was totally trashed, but did it's job.  Spent a month healing up, and rebuilt the Interstate  after I was mobile again. Now I wear an armored jacket all the time, gets hot in the summer, but beats loosing skin.

[Jess from VA]

All my worst crashes were in motocross/dirt; lots of falls, scrapes, bruises, twists.  I never broke a bone in my body (including football). 

The worst were probably hill climbs gone bad, falling off backwards and having the bike come over on top of me as we both tumble down the hill (breaking the pegs, levers and handlebars.... and actually having to hike out and buy new parts to bolt on the bike because there is no way to get the bike out of the woods without riding it out).  Another time wailing thru the woods in a turn, having the bike slip out from under me in the mud,  finding myself running at 30mph, and coming to a rapid stop on a tree.   

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[Mr.BubblesVRCCDS0008]

Went over the bars on a XT600 yamaha in big bend. The bike ended up in better shape than me it only have the forks tweeked a bit. I had some road rash, what road, and three busted ribs and other aches and pains. Bad part was we were 26 miles out on a fire road and then about 40 miles by highway back to terlingua. The booze and pain killers were past out later that even to lessen the pain.

[FryeVRCCDS0067]

Was riding in local coal flats and spill piles on my old IT 175. Going pretty fast through a long line of whoops, mostly just hittin' the tops of em. Tapped my drum type front brake which I had pretty well filled with mud unknowingly and it locked up and stayed that way. Went over the bars and tumbled through the whoops. Didn't have to go to a doc and did free up the wheel and ride a little more but couldn't breath very well for a few hours and limped for a couple of months after that.

[Hoser]

Spent 3 weeks in the hospital and 6 months off work after a high speed  motocross get off 40 years ago, stayed on the road after that, nothing requiring hospital since then.  Hoser

[Jack]

June, 2007:  I was hit by a drunk driver in heavy 5pm traffic, dragged beneath his truck for 105 ft breaking 8 ribs and crushing 4 ribs.  Hairline spine fractures in 3 places, I was in intensive care for 11 days with internal injuries.  I decided my wife, Anita, an RN, could take better care of me at home so the doctor pulled out my chest-tube, etc and sent me home.  I went back to "work" 2 months later on some pretty good dope.  Boss took good care of me and I pretty well just hung out for 5 more weeks. He then transferred me to a store only 4 miles from home and I don't hafta pick up anything over 30lbs.  The guy who hit me spent 2 yrs on a 5 yr sentence.  This was his third conviction and prison stay.  He had no insurance, of course.  A good lawyer(believe it or not) kept the hospital from taking everything I own and never charged me a cent.

[Disco]

I'm not going to read or respond to this thread, but I used to have a Suzuki GT550 Triple, too, BIG AL.    

[bigguy]

I recently posted about a crash I had pulling out of a gas station.
Link to earlier post
For some reason that crash scared me more than the one in Hazen, even though the one in Hazen had the potential to be much worse.
The Hazen crash came during the week I was in Cabot for my mother's funeral. I had just started my vacation when she died, so I pulled my camper to my sisters house and was staying there. I had the Magna with me. We made a day run to our hometown of Gillett, about 100 miles to the south. It was dark by the time we started back so the wife rode with my daughter, son, and grandkids who followed me in the mini van.
I was heading north on US 63 coming up on the intersection with US 70. It was several hours after sunset and this poorly designed intersection is not lighted. The striping on the road is worn off and almost nonexistent.

I was doing 70mph heading up 63. As I came around the corner a vehicle going south blinded me. I didn't realize the road split with north bound traffic making a right turn.  As I approached the place where the road split I tried to see past the glare of the other vehicle's lights to determine where the road actually went. By the time I realized that I had to swing to the right to avoid a head on, it was too late. I'd been sloughing off speed as soon as I got confused about where to go. I'm not sure how fast I was going at this point. Once I realized I had to turn, I leaned the bike into a peg scraping turn, holding it as tight as I could. My daughter said I was really throwing up sparks, which alerted her to the turn. (She hadn't see it either and said she would have probably wrecked if I hadn't alerted her.)
I was making it until I hit grass at the edge of the road. At that point the tires went out from under me and I slid a good 30 yards on the tall wet grass. I stayed in the saddle as the bike did a flat spin. I wound up leading it by the time we stopped.
I could tell I was OK. The wet grass allowed me a slow stop without chewing me up. I'd only been on asphalt for a few seconds and my leather jacket lasted long enough to protect me.
The wreck must have been pretty spectacular. A truck driver behind my daughter came up and said he expected to help remove a corpse. I guess my peg was really throwing up sparks before I went down. The trucker thought I was on fire.
Knowing my wife, kids, and grandkids had seen me go down, I tried to get up quickly,  but my leg was trapped under the bike. My son got there pretty quickly and pulled the bike off of me. I must have had 10 acres of grass in the bike. I took some damage to the pipes and engine guard during the few seconds I was on the asphalt, but nothing serious. I wore the scrapped jacket for another year. It's hard to explain exactly why I didn't get rid of it. Not really a good luck charm, and not to show off a battle scar. It just seemed like it had been through a rough spot with me and felt like and old friend I didn't want to lose.

[Rowdy]

  In the 70's sometime - just out of the Marine Corp on a 70 CL 350 leaving a bar  This was my first hint drinking and driving does not mix  tried to negotiate a turn on a ON ramp, darn thing slid right out from under me - bruised and scratched up a bit and pissed, picker her back up and went on home,  surveyed damages next day 

Brand new 74 Kaw 175 street trail had less than a week - the Kaw dealer even said that most accidents happen within the first couple weeks of ownership  He was right    Started into curve, crossed the yellow line and dang if their was not somebody already in that lane  had to adjust, missed the cornor and went over a curve and into the grass  fortunetly I landed in the grass, and only minor damage to the bike 

Then the rest don't count  I turned the Kaw into a dirt bike - spent a lot of time crashing in the dirt 

[Westernbiker]

My worst crashes have been in the desert either motocross or desert racing. The worst one was in '91' I was in a 140 mile desert race. I was on a worked over Honda CR500 blasting down one of Mexico's trails. I don't know how fast I was going but pretty much had the bike WFO in 5th gear. I came into some pretty big woops, I had no time to think about anything. Hit the first one and it launched me over the next 5 or 6 of them. I hit the the top of which ever one came next with the rear tire, this launched the ass end of the bike up and threw me over the handlebars. I don't know how far I flew but I remember thinking this one is gonna hurt. I landed on the back of my neck and left shoulder. Broke my left collar bone and left wrist along with numerous sprains, strains, cuts and contusions. The worst part is not too many other riders will stop to assist. I had finally gotten up after many riders had gone by when one stopped. He helped me get my bike up and started. Not too much damage to the bike, bent handlebars and slightly bent forks. It was about 10 miles to the next check point where I had a chase vehicle with some friends of mine meeting me with gas water ect.. It was a very long and painful ride. The guy that stopped told my buddies I went down hard and was riding in slow. My buddies met me on the course with the truck and off to the hospital we went.

[Miles]

March 1982...Brooks, Alberta, Canada...riding my nearly new 1981 Honda CB900 Custom.  On my way home at 1AM, after a fight with my then girlfriend.  Entered a 30 MPH curve at approx. 45 MPH.  Half way through the curve I discovered the pavement was covered in sand...already committed and no way to avoid it.  I remember the wheels dropping out from under me, and nothing else until I woke up on my back in the muddy ditch...with the bike laying on it's side about 20 feet away.  Somehow we both (bike and I) managed to slide between several large signposts on the shoulder without touching anything.  I shut the bike off and crawled out of the ditch and walked home. 

Woke up the next morning in serious pain with a separated shoulder and some minor road rash where my leather jacket had worn through in several spots.  Also needed a new helmet as it was trashed on one side from sliding on the blacktop.  The bike survived, but needed new headlight, handlebars, turn signals, footpegs, and pipes on one side, etc.  I have been riding ever since - with mostly good luck (fingers crossed).  No lasting damage, except that now I can forecast changes in the weather (barometric pressure) with my left shoulder.

[Dogg]

worst accident while drag racing in the early  80's. hit a dirt embankment at 105 mph. broke everything but my back and neck. trashed everything i was wearing. felt no pain...shock will do that to ya