Inspired by the thread about Allez' scariest moment. Tell us your story.

I have two, one involving me on the bike and one I didn't even know about till one hour later. Neither invovle crashes or dogs.

I was riding with a couple of buddies of mine and we were coming down South Willamette up over Spencer Butte. As we were young and stupid we were actually racing back into town. I was very close to 50 mph when I realized I needed to turn on E 29th Ave. Slammed on the brakes too late, turned the handlebars, layed the bike over as far as I could and slide sidways clear into the wrong lane with oncoming traffic. Just barely managed to get control of the bike and steer it into the correct lane, with car horns blaring. Made the corner at about 35 mph. Thought I was gonna die, never did that again.

Second story did not involve me directly, a bunch of us would routinely ride up McGowen Creek Road, it is a killer climb. Not very long, about 4 miles but steep, I actually had a squirrel out pace me up the hill. Used to take me 45 minutes to climb. Tim and I decided to race down, boy was that stupid. As we come to each corner, he would pass me, then I would pass him building speed as we descended. About the thrid turn, Tim goes off road, makes a remarkable recovery I yell at him in acknowledgement and keep pushing down the hill. I make it to the flat section at the bottom, total time a few seconds less than 13 minutes. Almost an hour later Tim and my other to riding buddies come down the hill. Mind you it's only four miles, Tim looks like he saw a ghost. Apparently there was a sheer dropoff just another foot or two off the road where he decided to have his excursion, not only that but both tires flatted from all the ruts and rocks just off the pavement. He just couldn't/wouldn't ride down the rest of the way until the other two guys showed up and they all took their time getting down the hill.

So what's your scariest moment?