I guess I should add my lost one from about a little over a month ago. Freshly tarred road recently after it had rained. Nothing warning of fresh tar. Got to an area where the raod was a little more crowned. Back end slid out right, then went left, then shot out hard right. Bike went out from under me and I skied until I was almost off the road. I slid further on my feet than the bike did on its side. Still waiting to hear if the county will pay. We'll see.

 

Twice on different bikes (neither of them the superhawk), one left-hand turn on a Kawasaki LTD 700 in an oily spot, one right-hand turn with me being stupid on my wife's nighthawk.

 

Been down twice, and hope it never happens again.

First time was in 97 on my FZR400RR. Passing a line of cars and wondering why they were travelling so slowly. Turns out the guy in the lead was slowing to make a right turn. Saw him in time and got on the brakes but locked the front and went down. Right side of the bike took some damage but was repairable. Put it down to inexperience mixed with stupidity and impatience.

Second one was the biggy and not my fault this time. Traveling home from work on my beloved VFR400RR NC30. In a residential street so traveling slowly. The street has some curves and young cagers like to treat it like Laguna Seca. One of those cagers crossed the centre line and hit me head on. I was gong maybe 20mph, but he was doing 50. Went **** over tit (as we say in these parts) and landed in the road behaind the car. Bike was totalled not surprisingly. Headstock was snapped clean off the frame spars and I tore the tank off the bike with my bollocks. I was even worse off. 5 fractures of the pelvis, 2 of the left femur, right wrist in bits, and a stable fracture of the 3rd lumbar vertebra. 6 weeks in hospital, 11 months off work and still have a slight limp to show for it. But it could've been a lot worse. I consider myself lucky now and don't have any bitterness towards the kid who hit me. We all make stupid mistakes at that age.

Oh yeah, and chicks dig scars

 

No, but my bike went down twice. Once it took a flying fing leap off the trailer. The next time it was my buddy riding it behind me. I got to look back just in time to see him head into a ditch, and the bike land on him. Serves him right.

 

Went down because of some idiot in an SUV decided to go cross country 3 lanes and stop in front of me to bust a u-turn. Luckily I was riding my ex-ninja ZX6 and not the Hawk. Tried to stop but just wasnt physically possible. Did a 50mph endo into the back of the honda pilot. Regardless that I was in a t-shirt like an idiot, only broke my thumb. THe only thing that was going through my head before I ate it was - I DONT WANNA GO THROUGH THE BACK WINDOW!!! Some how I held on and slid about a hundred or so feet down the asphalt still holding the clip ons with the bike on top of me. Finally kicked it off of me and ran out of the road so I didnt get smashed by traffic. Totalled the bike and had a good amount of road rash everywhere. I rebuilt the bike to some extent and was riding a month later. I wear the jacket almost everytime I ride now... Sold the ninja and got the hawk, I dont wanna break this one, and I'll keep my skin too...

Yeah... and it was on the left side...

 

So I'm new to this whole SuperHawk thing and I'm loving it! I got my hawk on kind of a strange deal, it only had 4 miles on it from the dealership and I bought it 3 months ago. She's an '03.

With less than 250 miles on the Hawk I'm coming from Evergreen to Morrison and on one of the last right hand turns I'm going in a little fast, I see this guy coming around the next corner as I'm drifting into his lane. I panicked and touched my front brake a little hard (I probably should have just leaned more). The Hawk twitched and next thing I was sliding to his front bumper. My crappy Wilsons jacked from high school slid up my right arm and I got road rash on my arm and knee. I was aching all over, I stopped 10 feet in front of the guy, the hawk was almost touching his bumper.

Another biker on a Beamer stopped and talked to me for a bit, kept me collected after I wheeled my hawk to the right side of the road. I bent back the rear brake lever on the road and sat down for a few. The other biker just hung with and followed me on backroads back home.

The funniest part was: After I get the bike back in I hop in my truck and go to walgreens cause I'm out of really large bandages. As I come up to the counter with $30 of bandages, neosporin, and hydrogen peroxide the young girl clerk at the register was fumbling something and dropped/broke it at her feet. She looked like she was about to cry. I spoke up "one of those days, huh?" She kinda sighed and agreed, to which I took a step back, lifted my pants leg and showed her my arm. "Me too!" Her jaw hit the floor, but I think she felt a little better.

And damn, hydrogen peroxide and using a rag to clean out the wound wasn't fun! Did it all myself, but then again, I always had a crazy-high tolerance to pain.

Now, I have about 3k on the hawk and am loving every minute of it, and 400 of that is twisty mountain miles!

 

- Bandit 600, right side @75mph, no leathers, trying to play with the big boys.
- SV650, right side @35mph, trying to stay ahead of the big boys.
-SV650, left side @20ish, highchair rolling burnout.
-KTM DukeII, looped out at like 60mph when I couldn't find the brake pedal.
-VFR700F2, left side @ over 100mph during trackday when the exhaust can caused the bike to levitate during a trackday in colorado.
-CBR600RR, right side @ around 70mph trying to drag elbow(it worked)

Every time I go down it was either trying to catch up, stay in front, or show off. All of these occured before I was 20 years old. Now I am older& wiser, the only thing that seems to take me down now is pushing crappy tires way too hard.