When I saw the title of this thread I thought, which one of the scary stories?
The time a guy dove in on my front tire going into turn one at about 130 MPH, I locked up both brakes, got sideways and he missed me by inches?
Somehow I didn't crash.
Or maybe the time I was watching from the pits at a track that was slick as snot in the dry, but it was raining during the endurance race?
My rider was hanging with the lead pack, they were all, all over the place in the slick. Our bike tossed a rod and stopped on the front straight.
Then the BIG crash that was bound to happen happened in turn one. I thanked God for that unexplained failure and still do to this day!
Maybe it's the time I was riding in the mountains, in the rain, at night?
Because of the rain I had missed my turn and was a long way away from anywhere. Of course I was 'pushing it' trying to make up time.
I rounded a corner, a Big Elk was right at the roads edge looking like he was going to step in front of me for positive, he didn't.
No, I think the scariest was riding in a valley thru the mountains, in the rain but in daylight with lightening strikes all around me.
I mean I was hearing it and seeing it all at the same time! There was no place to take shelter.
I decided I should slow down some so when the lightening hit me I wouldn't be going so fast when it knocked me off the bike. I didn't get hit.
Yeah, that was my scariest moment on a bike..... There's been a few crashes and such but it happens too fast to get scared.
Angels have been ridding on my shoulder more than a few times, for sure....... No doubt.