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Close calls, tell me yours

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I ride an 08 GSXR 750 and bought it brand new. A few months after I got it I was out on a late night island ride with a pretty big group of riders, about 30 or so and all on sportbikes. We had a general set of rules for these rides such as no stunting in formation and whatnot, but it being a casual Friday night group, there were always newcomers, which meant we didnt know anything about them. Well i was riding in the second row and we were all two wide on this road that weant along a cliff with ocean on the bottom. Its an awesome ride,...usually, but not this night. I saw in my mirrors the guy's lights behind me goin up and down, he was riding wheelies. I looked back at the road in front of me and then noticed headlights on the hills to my left! I looked back in my mirrors just in time to see sparks and a beautiful yellow GSXR sliding up behind me,...FAST! I braced for impact and soon was riding an indo right towards the cliff! The back had slammed into my rear tire and flipped me up! I was able to wrestle my bike back down just in time before i was fish food and to see the guy go sliding down the road passing me! I came to a quick stop, removed my pearls from up where they dont belong, and made a B-line to the fallen rider and his bike. I had every intention of hurting this guy but the road had done enough to him, and his bike so i let it be. We collected ourselves up and continued the ride and left that dumb guy to his bike and the tow truck.
Any body else have a similar story? Love to hear it.
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I'm pretty late to this party, so maybe everyone has left.

I've had some pretty close calls over the 50 years of riding - that I don't even talk about because people will call BS on them because they seem improbable - yet they happened.

Many years ago, around 1975, my mate and I were riding from Sydney to Cairns return for a vacation (Australia). It's about 2,500 kilometres each way, (1500 miles).

We got to this little fleapit of a town called Sarina, which had a notorious single lane road up a mountain range called, you guessed it: Sarina Range.

The single lane, potholed, corrugated road was actually part of the national highway and was very busy. Going to Cairns was uneventful. On the way back, and going up Sarina Range, I came around a corner to find a semitrailer taking up the whole road.

I tried to straighten up the bike and hit the brakes, but lost it on the rough surface. The bike just clips the front of the semi and does a spin, which throws me under the semi's trailer.

The truckie had slammed on the brakes upon impact and the trailer wheels stopped about a foot from squashing me like a bug on the road. I still remember seeing the underside of the trailer and the dual wheels within inches of my face.

Funny thing. I always carried a pen type tyre gauge in my leather jacket. That sucker gouged into my hip and I still have the scar as a reminder. That was my only injury.

True story as God, or any other known or unknown deity, is my witness.
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