For those that like remembering close calls...

[Gunther1000]

Two that come to mind... not crashes but saves.

1. Stoppie attempt #1000000, Was comfortable doing them and was going for "the all time longest ever" Ran it up to about 110 and grabbed as much front brake as I could after getting the front forks to dive, Back off the ground at about 70mph front tire locks up for a split second and washes out. Back slams down to the side just slightly, I let off the brake then reapplied to try and keep the front under me. The bike went so low to the right side my knee hit the ground and burned a hole in my pants, I put my knee down so hard to push the bike back up and saved it. Never tried another stoppie again... Well maybe I do one every once in a while but its just to a stop sign and never 70-80MPH rollers like before...

2. Way back in 01 I had the new 1000 and my buddy had the 600. We went thru a construction zone with some of that nice tar they lay down before covering it with pee rock. Well it coated both our tires and I zig zaged mine off and he was like "could you do that to mine?" sure, Almost an instant replay of the stoppie insident. Bike washd out and I saved it after a mean left to right, both leg's dancing like a monkey on a bike with ants in his pants! Longest almost crash in history! Of course my friend standing there watching was shitting his pants and The first thing he says was "how did you save that?"
Funny think was he said the same thing after he watched the first near crash above!

Ahh to be young and overly confident again....

[smileyman]

I was foolishly (on the street) racing (again) an RC51. I had the lead when a white Corolla ahead stops to turn left. I was in the middle of the lane and had to brake hard to miss it, while RC51 boy slides by on the right shoulder going for broke. I lined him up down the next straight and was going into the next left on a outside inside late apex pass when I see him brake and pull way inside. I am already committed and he has teh space I need to be in to avoid a huge patch of sheetrock or concrete dust (never figured out what) and I run through it leaned over, tuck the front, slide the nose all the way into the oncoming lane (whew, nothing coming) and then the tires catch clean asphalt, sending me over the side. Basically hanging on with my hands and right knee pit. I managed to drag myself back on before I go off roading and make the corner.

I never race where I havent seen the road surface since...