since crashing in general seems to be the order of things lately,

What was your first 2 wheel motor powered crash? How old were you ect.


My first good one, i hit a patch of damp pine needels and lowsided a 1970's style german moped with my dad as a passenger when i was either 13 or 14.
it was only in the driveway, but it sure skinned up my leg and hand.
i was wearing tennis shoes and jeans and a T shirt.

i used to think that 49cc beast was the best. as with everythiung i've ever owned i wish i never sold it.

so how bout it gs community, how was your first crash?

EDIT: it was a Sachs moped, not sure which kind exactly, looked alot like this http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/1977-Western-Flyer-Moped-SACHS-Engine_W0QQcmdZViewItemQQcategoryZ90986QQitemZ4595615001QQrdZ1QQsspagenameZWDVW

crash update link

october 20th. at the track. lowsided trying to not run into another guy already sliding on the track after he lowsided. 38 yrs old, riding 3+ years.

that was you first crash? on any 2 wheeled moto anything? i had no idea, that is one wicked first crash.
impressive that you made it so far without crashing and that you only crashed trying to avoid a different crashing rider.

I tip my cyber hat to you.

haven't crashed/low-sided yet. im getting anxious  

on the other hand, I was rear-ended in a car last may or so. went to hospital and car to junkyard (totalled)  

Loooooong time ago. I was about 16 / 17 late for work, peeing down with rain, stuck behind an army truck, made the stupid move of overtaking it approaching the brow of a hill and said a big hello to one of those huge cement-mixer trucks coming the other way. 30 tonne truck vs Lambretta and Pricey with no helmet was not much of a contest realy.     I went through a hedge and ended up on my arse on corn stubble without a mark and the bike was a write off. Around the same age I lowsided scooters on ice a few times, silly little wheels! the fact that I was probably late for work (again) was not in the least relavent.  :dunno:

All 100% my fault, lessons learned without blood.

First 2 wheeled crash...

My first day at a real practice area with my first bike, a '77 Honda XR75.  I'm 8 years old, and learning how to work a clutch.  Get sick of putting along slowly and want to race away from a standstill like the racers out on the track do every Sunday when I go help flag with my dad.

So...what do I do?  Rev it up more, dump the clutch faster, and pop up the front wheel so I'm seeing nothing but sky.  Wasn't expecting that of course, and so I grab a big handful of the clutch, front brake, and stop thinking.  Bike comes down slightly on the side, traps my leg against the pipe and melts my pants, and I'm not big enough to push it off.

Dad/sister come running over and yank the bike off me, I hate the wretched machine for about 2 weeks, then get back on and proceed to pound the snot out of that dual shock thumper until it's late in the year of 1994 and I'm really pushing the limits of that outdated chassis and my dad surprises me with a very shiny, very big, and quite a bit different, and almost brand-new '94 CR80R.

Great way of giving it to me too, my parents had an empty milk jug that  they gave me to throw into the recycling bin, which was out in the garage.  So, I go to the garage door, and open it, throw the jug into the recycling bin and head back inside.

Mom asks if everything is OK after she hears the door shut and me start coming up the stairs.  Then they both head downstairs to meet me, and ask me to go throw it out properly.  I say, well, I did...it's in the recycle bin...She tells me to go outside and make sure it made it into the correct bin, even though there was only one.

I go back to the garage, flip on the light, check the bin to make sure it's got the jug inside, turn off the light and turn around to run smack into my dad.  I had seen a not-really-familiar reflection off of something out there in the darkness of the rest of the garage, but hadn't really thought anything of it.  He grabs me, turns me around, switches the light on and points my hand at the CR, which is very apparent now with it's white and bright red plastic and humongous right-side-up forks.  Leads to my first semi-serious crash, hit a tree the next spring on Easter day, broke both my right wrist bones, and had a helluva time getting the bike back to the truck.

I figured it out once, I spent at least 45 mins crawling/walking through all the shitty woods/hilly terrain they ran the trails through, and back to the truck since I was like 4 miles out on a trail when I made contact, and of course I couldn't pick the bike up since it was so much bigger than my XR, and finally a guy picked me up on his MX bike and gave me a ride the rest of the 2 miles back to the truck.

45 mins later, we were on our way back to civilization.  45 mins after that, we got to civilization, and 6 hours after that, I got to see a doc at the ER and get some pain meds.  Nothing but children's aspirin until then.

10 years after that, I'm now on a lazy hunt for a vintage XR75 and a modern motard so that I can ride MX on it, and commute with, too.





Sorry for getting all o/t...but I think it's a pretty decent story.  I'm considerably biased though.


Anybody got an old XR75 they want to part with?

Quote from: Church6360that was you first crash? on any 2 wheeled moto anything?
I tip my cyber hat to you.

thank you. first moto crash ever. bicycles are a different story-you race road bikes for a decade and you're gonna have a few scars...

collarbone on oct 20th was first broken bone in my life though.

oh, and I guess technically looping a wheelie on a moped in high school counts as a first crash, eh? rolled right on to my feet and let the scoot roll off to the side...

:lol:  :lol:  I was seven..it was my swingset/lawn mower 5hp minibike thing...I hit some loose gravel went down and flung the thing into a bush. Countless times on my dirtbike too.

First time on the road a couple years ago and I was really nervous...my 350, came to a hill, was still in second gear, stopped, went to take off and it stalled, rolled backwards before i could grab the brake and I couldn't reach the ground. I fell over underneath it and had to wait for my dad to pick it up off of me cause my leg was stuck between the front tire and the frame. I was fine though.  

I was trying to turn right and i fell over.  I was 24.

My first moto crasah was when I was still on the dirt bike. I was 17 at the time, I believe, possibly 16. We were on a little trail out by my house, about a sixth of a mile long, if that. I'd run it up and back, and repeat that. I was just getting a feel for the bike, clutch, brakes, throttle, etc... As I was heading back towards our starting position I accidentally goosed it and hit a big stump, catapulting me over the handlebars and head first into a rock. Thankfully I had my helmet on, and thankfully the rock wasn't very big. Big enough to scar up the helmet, but not big enough to destroy it. Would have killed me or severely brain damaged me had I not been wearing the helmet though.

Over the next year I ran the dirtbike through trails (A 1980 Yamaha XT250) and went down one time or another almost every time I went out. I was really pushing the limits of the bike and taking it places it shouldn't have gone. It has suspension as soft as the GS and I thought it might be fun to take it to one of the smaller MX tracks that was on the property I rode trails on. Well, needless to say that thing didn't handle big jumps very well. It flew away from me and I dropped 10 feet down. No damage to me, and the only damage to the bike was a bent shift lever.

First and only street crash is here:
http://www.gstwins.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=22276

Dirt riding I've crashed a lot. I'm not sure wether I can count that or not, but at least I didn't get hurt. Only one on the street, though. I pulled out of all those crashes with little damage to me. Only a half dozen cracked ribs and a collapsed lung, all incured in the street crash. Maybe I'm just lucky.

QuoteFirst time on the road a couple years ago and I was really nervous...my 350, came to a hill, was still in second gear

i had a 1972 cb350 4cylinder before i got my gs, that was my first real motorcycle. i tried a few times to launch in 2nd or third, i eventually learned to make sure i was in first when stopping.
that bike also taught me a few things about how not to downshift. i once came to an intersection in third, coming from a 35 mph zone and with no stop sign, i thought i'd pull in the clutch and shift down to second (first week i owned it) i must have twitched, cause it went into first, i left the clutch out half way through the intersection, locked up the back wheel and scared myself stupid. after that i learned to blip the throttle and skip the clutch, luckily i had yet to figure out how to lean too much, so i kept it upright (years of goofing off with a moped in my yard paid off, luck too.).

good ole days.

I was 14. I low sided a 50cc Suzuki moped in gravel doing 26mph, top speed.

that's weird, My first crash was when I was 9 and I was ridding my Yahmaha PW50 dirtbike and I flipped over the handlebars and brusied a couple ribs. the bike was okay though

I also crash a bicycle into my sister. I felt really bad about it but it was kind of funny because it was her bike.

Mine was a drop more than a crash...  I was being rather stupid...  But, I learned my lesson.

My first crash may have been trying to turn around at the end of the court that I lived on; probably at a low enough of a speed to be considered a dump. So my first crash would have probably been on Page Mill Road in gravel. It was a lefthand turn, on-lane mountain road, and my freind was leading. This was on my first bike, an '82 Yamaha 650 Maxim cruiser (a 480lbs dry bike), with ContiBlitz tires.
Edit: And, I know exactly what I did wrong, I was going too fast for my ability.

I was 16.  I turned right and a drunk driver lost control of his car and slide sideways past me.  His car cought traction and t-boned me.  I was ableto keep control of my crappy Ford Tempo and not involve any other vehicles in the accident.  That was the first time the Tempo got totaled.  It was totaled two more times before it was really totaled :lol:  :lol: .

does dumping the bike count?a sort of standstill crash if you will?
before i took my MSF class i rode my friends dads 650 scooter, dumped it 4 times.sprained my back picking it up all those times.

Its funny how the third and fourth times
i sort o ffeel it coming on,and while im goin down tme like stops and i remember thinking to my self, shaZam! man, here we go again!BAM

since MSF i havnt dumped any bikes,then again I havnt rode much..speaking of spraining my back while trying to lift the bike,sort of off topic but, is there a proper way to lift a fallen bike?

best way to get in to the low down squat position [back straight, abs tightened, arms slightly bent griping the frame] and power up with your legs. You can lift 25% more weight with your legs than you can with your back and it hurts alot less :lol:


My first misshap I "dumped"/crashed my first GS in the "box" after I had just passed my MSF course. I went later back to MVA [where they hold the class] with my GS and tried some of the manuevers. I felt good and said I can do that stupid box thing with this big GS [it was big back then compared to the nighthawk I used in the MSF] but ya it went down real real real real slow. I learned I can't hold up a 93 GS500 when the lean angle goes past 45* and one foot on the ground. AKA I had basicly all but stoped motion wise and I had a good grip and sort of cought the bike...but it was HEAVY and I tried to hold it level then power push it up right but it just kept going down down down.....It was slow enough time wise for me to push the engine cut off switch. It hit the ground with a feathery grace. I basicly put a fingernail dent in the exhaust can and a scrape on the bar end....not that either matted at the time because the bar end was all scratched up already and I couldn't even see the exhaust dent till I got back home and looked it over really really really well. I was more shaken up than anything. I stood up squated and heaved the bike up. It took everything I had to upright the bike. It was then I realized If I had been on dad's "big" bike I'd be stuck w/o transportation home. I think I got my cell phone the following week.... :lol:

T-boned by a Geo right outside of work a week before my 28th birthday.

Quote from: RoadstergalT-boned by a Geo right outside of work a week before my 28th birthday.

I bet you didn't even feel that.... :lol: