I've tipped the bike over 3 times.  All 3 going 0 MPH.

Use to live in Iowa (Land of the pot holes).  Came up to a stop sign.  Extended my left foot into a road crater.  The bike's momentun pushed us down.  When I picked the o'l Honda CB750C back up (easy to do when you're pi**ed), I ripped the seat out of my pants.  Then the bike wouldn't start.  One of the plates in the battery had broken off and shorted out a cell.  Had to push the dang thing 7 blocks back to home.

If someone would have been filming that, I'd have made some real money on AFV.

im lucky ,dont think ive had one yet?....have droped it thow .so that wid be the one .

Dropped it at the gas pump once....everybody got a good laugh out of it except me at the time. Now I laugh and say; "Man, your a dumbass"

good storys glad every one shares.

i have dumped them a bunch of times. One time at a gas station was pulling out came to a stop and put my foot down in an oil slick, down we went. Last summer at Sturgis I was at the Full Thrattle going to leave stoped put my foot down on some gravel it sliped down we went that has to be the most embarrissing so far. The most dumb ass moment was I had just finished the bobber and had only had it around the block a couple of times and I still needed to do some twinking on it so I had not put Lock-Tite on anything yet. I go to the gas station, fill it up and start to kick start it after the third kick there is a big klunk and the bike flops to the right. I am thinking what the hell. I start looking around and damn if I dident lose the front axle nut and the axle had backed 1/2 way out. Lady luck was on my side that day caus the speed limit just past the station is 45. Dont want to think what would of happend if the axle came out when I was moving

Losing an axle while riding is right up there on my list of things I NEVER WANT TO HAPPEN. Glad it didn't happen to you there Bull.

omg no joke that would have gotten ugly bullmoose!

you can bet there isent a nut on that bike that dosent have Lock-Tite or a lock washer on it now.

I was the new district manager for our MRO, Modified Motorcycle Association of AZ, and was meeting the members at the local casino one Saturday morning for a big run the casino was putting on. I had to get up early and run off some fliers to hand out for one of our yearly runs, so I got a bit behind and didnt have breakfast before I left. Normally missing breakfast for most is not an issue, but I am diabetic. The ride to the casino was about 15 miles and it was a brisk autumn morning. So by the time I got to the casino I was a little tired, cold...and weak. I pulled up to where my fellow members were staged, came in nice and slow, put my feet down, came to a complete stop...just then my legs gave out and I fell over on my right side ever so slowly...in slow motion even...to the ground. Very quickly I am surrounded by my friends, pulling my sled up off of me, most of them not knowing if they should laugh at their new "leader".

After that, I never missed another pre-ride breakfast.

We were at a rally in East Tennessee one late night. In the middle of a grassy field after the dew had settled, we stupidly decided that we needed to move the bikes to a different area. I'm riding ever so slowly being extra careful,when I notice another bike getting a little too close for comfort. I just barely touch the rear brake (BIG MISTAKE), on that wet grass I spun around so quick my head was spinning. Before I could even realize what had happened, there were at least 5 guys around me to help pick up the bike. Later one of my buddies said that he thought I was trying to show off and do a donut!

last year at a rally in march it had been raining earlyer that morning . i had just finished the slow race and won .my 13 year old girl says take me back to the tent,so i fire the fxr i was riding at the time she got on the back i put it in gear let the cluch out it moved about 1 foot in the soft wet ground and it died.the next thing i knew i was looking at the sky and my daughter standing there looking at me laughing .when the bike and i fell over she just steped off. could have shot her.but had to laugh with her and every one else.

It was my first year of riding in groups. I was with a big group that had a large ratio of guys in it & it was decided to stop for dinner. The guys were giving me grief before we left about being a girl not having a clue about riding, that I belonged on the back, not on the front. Trying to pump myself up & just be natural & telling myself that everything was going to ok, we came to the parking lot and the driveway ran along top of the parking lot, at the bottom was 180 degree, right hand turn. I turn the handlebars, they wouldn't turn any more, at the last moment I realized I was not going to make the turn & I tipped the bike over & rolled the bike over me 2 times down the bank some 25 foot. I stood up. Was very very pi**ed off that this had happened in front of God & country watching, I picked up the bike, put the kickstand down. Shook myself off. Started up the bike & parked it with the group. It took about 10 minutes for the surge to end, then I got the shakes & couldn't stand on my own. All the guys didn't know what to say, to pat me on the back or tell me to go home.

Lesson: Handlebars will only get you so far. Don't under estimate the power of a turn. Haven't rolled a bike since....... :)

Ok, Pulled my bike out of the garage and since the was no car in the driveway, I started to just back across the driveway to turn the bike around. Half way through I remembered that I hadn't put my jacket in the saddle bag. So I parked the bike right there on a slopped driveway, with the kickstand on the uphill side. I know, 30 years of riding I should know better...but it felt secure.

Well I opened the saddle bag on the downhill side and apparently that was just enough weight shift to topple the bike. And since it was on a slope, it didn't just fall...it rolled almost completely over. Now here it is laying there with wheels facing uphill and I was having a bear of a time trying to get it upright. Finally some guy hanging fliers on doors came by and helped.

Oh, its always the simple rules we forget.

my previous bike had a problem with leaning out and stalling till i rejetted, but before i did, and the reason i did, was i pulled out of a little live music tonk down here, got to the light to turn right, in mid turn, stalled out, in front of about thirty guys i knew and rode with. PLUNK over on the right side!

True.

Long, long ago & not ON a motorcycle BUT -
About the 1st ride of the year w/ piles of dirty snow everyplace - ride into a small, college town - park - dismount - casually unbutton Marlboro Man coat & 1st few buttons of shirt to showoff hairy chest for co-eds - tuck helmet under arm, all the while starting thoughtfully into a distant horizon, sure I am looking REALLY GOOD, then step in front of truck & end up in gutter full of slush & clinkers.

Some beauties here. Well years ago, before i married i met this girl at a rally who wasn't really into the bike scene just the party atmosphere. Got to talking about how difficult it must be for bikers to pick a one-nite-stand,and make the most of it.....well i decided to demonstrate how it could actually be done on a bike, my cunning little plan almost worked until things got a wee bit hot, the stand flipped,bike fell over, end of one-night-stand.Embarrassing wasn't the word, and of course being half-tanked I told my best mate......needless to say he did not tell a single person at the well packed rally, he just told the lead singer of the band, who decided to share the information with everyone,

no telling now

It had been said that when I was seen on my 250 smoker that it looked like a bear on a bicycle. So one evening I was closing the Sears Tire and Battery Center and was pushing my steed down the center if the Garage to clock out. 18 stalls/9 each side and fresh scrubbed painted floors. My tired feet influenced my body to rest on the seat of the rolling vehicle. Side saddle?? why not..... 4 bays to the front desk and the night crew awaiting the final minutes I eased down on the seat from the left side, slowly rolling toward everyone and the steel floor drain covers announcing my aproach. It seemed at the time everyone was looking at "TINY" comming their way. The bike slowly began to roll over to the right. Brake on the right, floor wet, and the ladies would be proud of my leg position for side saddle....Ssllooowly rolling forward and to the right side all the way to the floor slidding to a stop just as the front tire ever so slightly bumps the Service Desk. . Now laying on the top side of the downed bike, I was greeted by the store Manager, who was standing next to the desk, With "Should We Shoot The Horse That You Rode In On or Will You Take It With You"? I and 12 others laughed about that one for quite a long time.

I was have an awesome time playing " pass the buck" at a bar in Red Lodge during the Beartooth rally a couple years back and suddenly remembered that I had to meet my hubby at the fairgrounds for the Joan Jett concert. So I had taken off my chaps and just had shorts underneath--it's only a couple blocks so I just folded up the chaps and sat on them--wearing just shorts for the short ride.....got to the fairgrounds still excited and giggly, backed into the space next to my hubby, popped down the kickstand, lifted up my right leg to dismount and promptly go smashed between my bike and Clay's! Did not "toe" down the kickstand and it had hit a small clump of grass and popped back up without my knowledge. 2nd and 3rd degree burns on the inside and outside of my left leg from being smashed between the two bikes! Did not really feel it until I got home 2 days later--but it was a GREAT concert! Oh, and there were 6 other people that pulled in with us that were there for that one and they all just kinda stood there for a few seconds in shock trying to figure out what had happened before anyone decided to lift the bike off of me! Those simple things!