We all do it.....
We all wipeout, some (like me) do it more than others. :lol:
It's not that you just ate shit, but did you eat shit with style ???
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Post up you latest adventures in quad carnage..
I'll start...
12 hours.....12 frickin' hours we drove to get to St. Anthony's to ride the dunes. We get there bout 5:30 pm, bolt the new $25 ( :mad: ) flag onto my quad and head out.
We're cruisin' around behind Thunder Mountain and the sand is silky smooth. It's like surfing, no bumps, no ruts, just floating....
Me and my buddy Phil are jamming, 4th gear wheelies. The sand is like small rolling waves about a foot deep, and about two yards long. Just perfect to hold the rappy up the hill in a long wheelie. I looked to my right and noticed phil had fallin' back a bit, just as I unknowingly crested the dune :help: (we had been in the dunes for a grand total of 1 hour at this moment)
Yeah, it was a 100ft razorback ::) The Dukes of Hazzard horn would have been very appropriate at this moment :rofl:
So as I just get airborne, I do what all true morons do in these types of situations, I panic and let off the throttle :rolleyes: Yep, Nose it in FTW!!!! :confused:
So once again, I'm perfect my world famous Superman pose as I dive off the quad at 35mph over a 100ft dune. I was sure my head was gonna be countersunk into sand like an ostrich :'(
I managed to tuck and roll, onto the dune (thank GERD for soft sand) just to watch my quad flip about 5 feet over my head. Jett Li would have been proud of this maneuver :lol:
The quad land after the first flip onto the tires and comes to a rest 30 ft from the dunes base, while I do my best Mary Lou Rettin "Stuck the landing " pose on the dune. :rofl:
All in all, I was fine (a bit sore, as you might imagine), the quad was ok too, bent a fender brace, my barkers are a bit uneven now, and my brand new $25 "Got Sand?" flag was particle dust spread across the dune :mad:
You can bet I was very observant of the crests of the dunes for the rest of my vacation :lol:
Finally wrecked my brand spankin new 700 SE2. Rode over a hill like I had many times that day, at Genoa, Nebraska. Hill had no back, it was a washed out bank...yikes. You know..."Gas it or bail" I gassed it and jumped off 7ft bank. LAnded, bottomed out, and must have hit the thumb throttle on impact, because I was thrown off the back. Quad wheelied up the side of a drain pipe, and continued down the side of the pipe. Like a 50/50 grind on a skateboard. :lol: Came to rest on it's side. All is well, but right headlight is held on by safety wire right now. :lol:
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I thought this was gonna be another 2 chicks 1 cup thread! :(
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don't know how I missed this!!! great story Aaron! :clap:
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sorry kyle... but colorado's story is into the range of epicly awesome...
gratz dude... gotta love those... untill you have to pay for the parts...
I agree with Blair, glad you are all right just add another subframe to list again!
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i hit a curb once......
I just bought my 2007 Raptor 700 off the showroom floor and was taking her to a hare scramble out in BFE (Bum :mad: Egypt). The last two had been rained out and this one was no different. As we turned the truck around I came up with the brilliant idea to unload the bikes and ride the road back because the whole day was now shot. Might as well ride some, right? Well the rain had made the road a bit wet and the overcast kept the road slick instead of drying it. After making our first run all the way back to the main road I said "Lets go one more!" :mad: me, that was a mistake.
I let my buddy Steve on his new YZ 250 get way ahead and opened up the Raptor. 5th gear wide open, head down I was having a blast until I saw Steve getting closer and closer, so I start to brake. Nothing, the wheels just locked and fishtailed back and forth. Steve was now very close so I release the brakes and try to downshift, but my panicked newb rider skillz made me slam the bike from 5th to 2nd which did little more than lock the wheels and cause a horrible chattering sound. Again I go for the brakes, fishtailing all the way past Steve. According to him he was high 3rd following the truck in front of him as we came over a steep hill. I passed like he was standing still fishtailing the whole way. As we crested the hill I see, to my horror, an Infinity SUV oncoming only 200ft away. Decision time, eat the SUV or eat woods. I choose the woods, and to my delight there is a dug out trench for drainage filled with a low level of water running under peoples driveways right where im heading.The walls are 2 feet high and I hit hard on the front left instantly sending me in air. For awhile I thought about what the earth would feel like when we were reunited and then I slammed into the creek bottom and slid on my back a ways before coming to a stop face up. Before I had a chance to wonder "where is my quad" I heard a loud "THUMP" and the squeak of my suspension right next to me. When I opened my eyes the raptor was ( No bull :mad:) 90 degrees to my body, rear wheels on my left, front wheels on my right completely over top of me, nerf bar at the chin of my helmet. I couldnt lift the quad off from that position but I did a quick systems check wiggling my fingers and toes and grabbin my unmentionables while I heard Steve screaming "Chris! Chris, say something!" With a thumbs up from me still under my quad Steve hit the ground laughing his :mad: off as the owner of the silver SUV came to my aid. Over and over again the man kept talking about how he was praying for me and "...prayin to the lord Jesus id be ok". I apologized to the man for being such a 22 year old a-hole and putting him at risk of wearing me and my quad as a hood ornament.
Later after calming down Steve's girlfriend (who drove the truck) Steve told me the quad flipped twice in mid air before landing on top of me. And she confirmed that if it wasnt twice, it would have to be 3 times. The distance from the tire marks and impact to where everything (including me) landed was 35-40feet, my head only 6inches shy of the concrete tube running under some guys driveway.
Damage?
Rear wheel folded in half just about, front wheel - bent, left headight - toast, right headlight - mounts broke, both plastics - shattered, cracked, broken. Frame - tweaked, tie rod - bent into an "L" shape, grab bar - mangled
Me?
Unhurt, and :mad: ing lucky
Nice :lol:
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Holy crapppoolllaa :jaw:
that was a GREAT read!
well written, and entertaining!
A couple of my best ones were on my 01 Polaris Scrambler I had...
Story 1
We were trying to get back to Stratford after dark taking gravel roads most of the way there after being caught on land we thought we could be on until the guy tried to stop us shouting and shaking his fist. I slow down to talk to him, and this dude is pissed, so I think for about 1/2 a second and floor it. We chuck balls back into town and get one mile out of Stratford and take this cut across gravel road from one highway to the next highway (only a mile long).
We get about half way down the road and the guy I was with was out in front of me a little ways (very dusty so I backed off). I finally could see again so I floor it again messing around and get back into the dust. Just as I let off, I see something to my right through the dust, yeah, it was a deer. Ran right in front of with no time to react. I squeezed the brakes, front and rear, locked them up, and clipped the dumbass deer, which sent me into a sideways slide down the road (don't forget i was almost wide open, so like 60-65 mph) and see something else in my panic slide, another f'in deer and she was coming right for me. I tried to get straightened back out and brace for impact, but it was too late.
Hit the second deer and mowed the biotch over as I go flying off just in time to see my 4 wheeler leaving its wheels. I skid down the road and into the ditch wondering WTF! I laid there for maybe 30 seconds and got up to find my quad. It was still mostly in the road except for most of the plastics, which were everywhere. Turns out I killed the second deer. I used my rocket scientist wits to figure this out because it was laying about 40 feet back from my quad in the road. So I get back on without headlights on (because they are no longer attached to my quad) and pull up next to my buddy waiting at the stop sign.
The conversation:
Vance - "where the hell were you" and second "good idea shutting off your headlights so that guy can't see us".
Me - "my headlights are not off"
Vance - "what"
Me - "Bubba, I ain't got no headlights!" (I was trying to cheer myself up by being a smart azz)
So he clicks his lights on and sees my busted ass quad and ask me how I rolled it going down a gravel road. I explain the story and we go back and look at the marks, pick up the deer and throw it on my quad, and rode back to Stratford (slowly this time) and cut up the deer froze the meat for our next party.
Then to top it off, when I finally got home and had my dad call me a dip shi*t for a bit, I hopped in the shower and went to my room to relax. The longer I sat there I noticed my ankle swelling up, more and more, then more. Just for fun, I head to the emergency room to find out my ankle is broken. SWWWEEEETTTTT. :lol:
That is story 1.
Story 2 is much shorter (or I will make it shorter)
We are out riding with a big group of people and one of the guys girlfriend shows up. He tells her to wait at the house and rides away. Being the nice guy I am, I said she could ride with me and I will just putter around, so I don't put on my helmet (STUPID STUPID STUPID).
We get to this jump where everyone is and I tell her to hop off so I can jump it a few times. It was kind of a bowl we were jumoing and my third jump, I endo against the hill on the other side and smash my face into the dirt. Then the rear tire hits me in the head and rips out a good size chunk of hair, giving me a bald spot on the back of my head to match the ones on the front of my head, THANKS karma, ya b*tch! So here I am pinned under my quad against a hill, and I am bent in half as everyone laughs and don't come to my rescue to get the quad off me. They made me lay there and think about what I had done, such good friends. Thankfully nothing was broke on me or the quad this time! :thumbs:
LMAO at ALkire! Great story. "lord Jesus" ain't helping you now. :lol:
first day i had my blaster, i took it out to some sand pits. it was my first quad and first two stroked and the sand pits was full of sandy burms and hill climps so i was super stoaked. i was loving the quad. i decided to get a little ballsy as some banshees came in and started ripping some rutted hill climbs. i went up one in 3 wfot and at the top it just kinda tipped over. just went to its side. i still had 10 feet before the hill was flat and the bike was flooded so i had to push it all the way up. after that, i inspected the damage- broken handle bar, brake lever and right fender
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Gunz, I know you have some stories... :rofl:
Quote from: Krandall on April 14, 2010, 09:04:46 PM
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Gunz, I know you have some stories... :rofl:
Whatchu talk'n about Willis?
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Quote from: Krandall on April 14, 2010, 09:04:46 PM
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Gunz, I know you have some stories... :rofl:
Whatchu talk'n about Willis?
50 mph, hit the jump.....quad goes disa way, body goes data way...yardsale and splat. Ring a bell?
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Quote from: 4gunz4x4z on April 15, 2010, 09:54:57 PM
Quote from: Krandall on April 14, 2010, 09:04:46 PM
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Gunz, I know you have some stories... :rofl:
Whatchu talk'n about Willis?
50 mph, hit the jump.....quad goes disa way, body goes data way...yardsale and splat. Ring a bell?
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I want to hear, and I want SAND84's story from the Rally way back when.
Ok I got a new one. The second reason why Joker had to replace my frame.
Short and sweet. I was riding with my buddy Troy. Absolutely destroying him on the trails.
"wah the rocks you kick up are hurting me" "wah, youre too fast so its not even worth me trying to keep up" Well, he finally caught up to me.....
After waiting on a berm next to the trail system for Troy to mosey on up. He waved me ahead and I opened up 770cc's of Raptor goodness. Once again glancing back Troy is nowhere to be found within moments of me dumping the throttle. Turn after turn im running between 3rd and 4th, dashing through the trail system praying that I dont head on with someone. Much like McDonalds, "Im lovin it".
As I come into 4th on a straight ive hit too many times in recent years I learn the term water-bar for the first time ever. I scanning ahead looking at any obstructions and much to my surprise its a smooth flat trail, until.....
It looked even enough, not even a lip to it. Deceiving as hell and deep as a trench from WWI. By the time my front wheels came over it all I felt was the front end drop. I wasnt blipping a throttle, no weight shifting to get me over it. I didnt know it was there until I was in it. The quad came forward, almost vertical on its front end the tires decide they are going LEFT. My body decides it would like to keep going straight......directly toward some very painful looking trees. I shut my eyes as I rolled onto my shoulder. The quad came out from under me so quickly I forgot I was even riding one in the first place. All I could think of was the trees, they are waiting for me only 10-15 feet away.
Sliding on my shoulder and side the helmet saved my face, boots definitely saved my ankles, pants left me without a scratch. Jersey......lets just say, buy armor if you're going to ride aggressively.
As I had my back turned toward the trees and no control to get my spine out of harms way I tightened up, trying to stiffen my back to take the hit away from my spine. Not once thinking of the words "paralysis" I just knew that I didnt want those trees and that part of my body to unite. But I kept sliding...
Off the edge of the trail I waited for the impact, then down the hill to the bottom where I came to a stop with nothing, no trees, no rocks. I felt fine for a second. When the adrenaline wore off, dear GERD sir......dear GERD, THE ROADRASH was unbelievable. Id rather set my arm shoulder and back on fire than do that again. I rocked back and forth with my eyes closed trying to dismiss that fact that I may be seriously injured or bleeding out at that point. Then realizing that dying isnt the best thing I could do at that moment I wondered where Troy was and opened my eyes to see the layout.
Im at the bottom of the hill off the trail. MY SEAT is 60 ft away down a steeper hill. My Raptor is upside down (I :mad: you not) hanging in a group of trees only 6-7 feet from me resting spot.
Troy shows up coming down the hill yelling "what the :mad: happened??" He comes to my side and the first noise he makes is "ooowwwffff".
My jersey is shredded like swiss cheese. And so is both of my forearms and my whole right side, until you get to my pants. Im bleeding, but only one spot wont stop bleeding on my forearm where it cut the vein. Rocks and mud filled all the cuts and I just wanted to get the heck out of that spot.
Grabbing a sappling in front of me Troy tried to help but I slowly with one arm worked my way up raising off the ground.
The atv was immovable. So completely intertwined I couldnt move the thing. And no strength left to dead lift 500 pounds over my head I was up a specific creek with no mode of propulsion.
A group of Utility people out enjoying the scenery came upon the scene and with the 8-9 of us we got that quad out of the trees, up the hill and then assessed the damage.
Damaged found at the scene:
Handlebars - fooked
Steering stem - tweaked
Controls - all over the place
Headlights - broken
Seat - not installed
Damage found at home:
3 major splits in the frame, both spines and the rear bracket for the gas tank split in two
Items lost:
My digital camera was under the seat - good luck finding that
Now......if you think I stopped riding that day because of some missing skin, a severe burning sensation, possible infection and (from what I saw) minor damage to my handlebars, you are wrong good sir.
I spent 4 more hours on the trails. At first I took it easy, then I was right back into my 3rd and 4th gear passes, never went back down that trail again though.
Way awesome. One of the best stories I've read!!!
sucks, but gladd you kept on!
Bump. I know you guys crash more than you're letting on
Ice Racing without studs, but still trying to win....
bad idea :lol: my 660 became a ballet dancer. :lol:
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My main story I have is....
It was the week before my wedding. We were having the rehearsal dinner at my mom and dads. So I went up there Friday night to help clean stuff up in the yard and get it all lookin spiffy. Saturday came along we had everything pretty much done. So my bro and I decided to go tear around in the woods behind their place. I have a small track back there, just XC style w/ a few jumps. I was on the rappy and my bro was on his 440ex. His was all stock suspension so he couldn't keep up very much. We were doing 10 laps. First to cross after 10 won. (bragging rights lol) So. We're going, the entire race I was beating him, every turn we took I'd slowly get away farther and farther. We were on the last lap and I was to the point where I couldn't even see him anymore roughly 1/2 lap back. I'm flying down the last straight away that sort of crab walks the side of a grass hill. When I was towards the beginning of the last straight, I thought I heard something to my left (quad exhaust) but ignored it, just figured he was rippin it up trying to catch up. I get to the crab walk spot. I'm like 1/2 on top of a hil 1/2 angled down a hill riding sideways on it. I hear a quad to my left. Look, my bro had taken a short cut through the middle of the woods to "beat me" I locked up the wheels. he was flying to fast 25ish. He hit me on the left side, rappy dumped me over down the hill into a crab apple tree. the one w/ the spiney thorns all over. I was thrown into the tree, the rappy tumbled like 3/4 of the way and was trying to continue rolling. So it had me pinned in the apple tree between it and the tree. This was about 2 years ago. I have a couple scars down my back from the tree scraping me and one bigger one on my hip where the tree actually tore skin off.
got home washed up was super sore... The wife comes out and starts yelling at ME because I was being wreckless!!! WTF?! my brother hit ME!!!!!!!!!!!
that's my story.
Quote from: Krandall on May 26, 2010, 09:40:02 AM
got home washed up was super sore... The wife comes out and starts yelling at ME because I was being wreckless!!! WTF?! my brother hit ME!!!!!!!!!!!
Umm if you were wreckless, that would've never happened....and that name goes to someone else ;)