Thrilla posted a story earleir today about how he was in his u/ground parking last night and turned a sharpish turn and gave his bike gas and his rear wheel slip wayyy out (concrete is slick), only to JUST catch before a walking speed low-side (phew!).
Let's here all your stories.
I have so many I'll throw one out there 'cause it's kinda funny:
It's 1975, I'm 17 and riding my pristine 1974 CB750 four (like 5000 kms on it)through the mall parking lot in Richmond, right between the then Bay section and Sears. I had put four-into-two headers on the bike and back then the accessories weren't designed well for leaning performance, so the header's cannisters hung quite low on each side under the foot pegs (they'd scrape and spark in tight corners when riding aggressivley).
I'm proceeding thu the parking lot, wearing only jeans and a t-shirt (and an open-faced helmet) and I have to turn 90 degree sharp left (I'm in 1st gear), and I see a middle-aged couple walking toward me at the side of the drive where I am headed toward.
figure I'll 'show some shit' and I expertly throw a quick counter-steer down and then 'flick' my bike authoratively into the turn/lean, while blipping in some throttle to 'snap' the bike through the turn (schnipter-schnapter).
unfortunately the left header grounds down so forcefully it levitates the rear wheel right off the ground and suddenly I find myself in a HUGE, low speed slide and I'm grasping for something to save me from looking like a total fuck-up, so I throw my weight into the drift and pick my bike up as much as possible while stabbing my knee down aka Rossi style (bear in mind it's only about 15 kph - but no protection at all back then) and thus execute a PERFECT 360 snap-spin on my front wheel, left header and my left knee (bye-bye jeans and a bunch of skin) and just as I complete the 360 spin competely, I throw my hips out hard and chuck the bike up and the rear tire bites into the pavement again, the bikes rights itself (or I right it) and ..
by that time I'm right abreast of the couple and they're standing there slack-jawed with their mouths agape and chins hanging down on the ground and I'm thinkin "holy fuck - how'd I pull that off?" and so as to not look like an idiot (ha ha) I said, looking squarely at the two of them as I rode past "Shoot - it happened again!"
I have no idea where those words came from, but in that moment it was the only thing I could think of .. and I rode on into my glory ...
really probably more luck than anything in that case, but let's hear some stories ...