Originally Posted by
randallr
Ok, one of my stupid deeds when fairly new to riding - Riding my Gran Prix Raleigh in 1970 with my hands on the drops and head down fully, riding away from an intersection. Rode into the read end of a parked car (didn't see it because head down looking at the ground), went over the bars and landed on my back with the bike above me, feet still in toe clips.
Oh, that reminds me of the time a friend and I split a 'lude before a Florida summer ride, also around 1970.
We didn't make it a block from my house when we drifted into each other, and his front axle caught my front spokes, pitching me over the bike.
We were shirtless so I was cut up pretty good, but the 714 was doing its legendary thing so I was feeling no pain.
I did tell my friend we had to get home so he could clean up my back before the 'lude wore off because I knew I'd be a hurtin' gator by then...