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I don't think I could top that, but you have to admit yours was at least brought on by the drunken stupidity of two girls after the bar just acting retarded. My story on the other hand... just pure embarassment.
It was back in '83, I bought my first motorcycle, an '82 920CC Virago (Yamaha-ha rice burning cruiser). I let it be known that I was going to ride down to a town in Ontario where a ton of the relatives are from. I rode the 5 hour trip, oh sorry, bikers say "tour"... and when I was approaching my aunt and uncle's house I saw a bunch of other cousins and aunts and uncles gathering at the side of the house watching me approach. I could just imagine them saying "here he comes!" etc.... eee I was king of the world.... and then it happened.
I pulled up right onto their front walk, stopped the bike, stepped off and went to pull it up on the center stand.... and lost control of it. Instead of it making it over the top and onto the stand it started to fall away from me. Now, I still had my black full-face helmet on, my leathers, boots, gloves, and was quite stiff from riding so long.... and I chose not to let go. The bike pulled me over it as it went down, it's pegs poking holes in their lawn. I was launched over it like a sumo flipping someone 1/4 of his weight...
I did a sommersalt on the other side of the bike, stood up, spread my arms wide to the crowd of my relatives and yelled "TA-DAAAAA"
They broke out laughing, and evertime I see any of them to this day they are still laughing.
That's one, I definitely have a lot more.
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