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 

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.