So I had my first really close call the other day.
I was riding in a suburb of KC. Just cruising some back roads in a remote residential area. Very hilly, very twisty (called Crooked Road).
There was a sign that said, "Not a through street. Turn around here." With an arrow pointing at a little turn around spot. I was sort of reading that sign, going down this hill, but by time I read it, I didn't have time to slow down and turn around. So I kept going on ahead.
Even with the sign, there was a drainage ditch across the road. It was in shadow and unmarked with paint or a warning sign. I had no choice but to hit it. It was only about the depth of a curb, but it really didn't have to be that big at 30 mph.
I raised up a little out of the saddle. Once I cleared it, I grabbed the brake. What I didn't know before I grabbed the brake was that MY BIKE WAS IN THE AIR!!
When I came down, there was a screeching of the front time, so I let off the brake. The next bit of joy I got to experience was what could only be described as a tank slapper. The bike was shaking like a mad man and the clip ons wagging back and forth. Thankfully the wagging caused me to goose the throttle, which settled the bike down.
I stopped. My heart rate never even went up. It all happened too fast. So I went and had a nice ride after that.
Glad to hear you're ok though...And now you have yet another good experience under your belt :thumb:
oh yes... the famous tank slapper. I've had that experience. When the bike comes alive like that, it appears you are trying to ride a wild burro.
I've ridden many wild burros. And I've ridden mini wild burros. Both are preferable to the tank slapper.