08-30-2018, 11:21 AM
I’ve gone down twice. The first in 1972, in the woods, on a 1971 Yamaha CT1 175 Enduro. I was flying down the trail and rounded a bend and a tree was lying across the trail. Well... I hit the tree and went over the handlebars. I tore up the front fender pretty bad, and probably put a few scratches on it, but I was ok... just sore. I rode it home and parked it in the garage. Of course, my dad came home after work and saw it... and gave me 17 different kinds of hel** over it. I was 16 years old and it was my first bike and I only rode it on dirt at that time. I bought a used fender and spray painted it and the rear so they’d match. Dad got over it... and so did I. The second time I was on my then new 2004 SuperGlide and was heading over to my boat at a local marina. I pulled into the parking lot and made a slow and sharp right turn where there happened to be a dip in the pavement. I went down on the right side and immediately felt quite embarrassed because there was a lot of people there and what I did was pretty dumb. Someone ran over and helped me get it back on 2 wheels. I was ok, but the front single light put a nice dent in the tank, the brake lever was bent and both pipes had scratches. I fixed everything but the scratches as they are really not that bad and serve as a reminder of my dumb luck. Hopefully I’m done dropping bikes for the rest the of my life.