Crashing...

[Livingmylife93]

I dont mind crashing to much if i can get back up..... But i hate it when you get back up fine, then notice your Raptor is all F*cked up 


I figured it would be fun to have a threah to rant about crashing in 

[monster757]

The worst ones are where you wreck on something easy and you break everything. Like you come around a bend and it rolls once and it snaps the axle. 

[exentix]

or when you go up a 45 degree hill and hit a lip at the top and do the most graceful backlfip ever. i got up and cheered until i saw i broke my rear fender.... it was like 4 months old at the time 

[Krandall]

If you haven't broke something you haven't been riding hard enough.

[Peelz]

If you haven't broke something you haven't been riding hard enough.

+1 conficius say!

My fave is doing a balance point wheelie in the middle of winter, then realize when you are at 12 oclock, you have no rear brake, because they had frozen. Asphalt hurts at 5 degrees.   ANd...I had no grab-bar on it because I had already thrashed that baby at little sahara the month before.

[Colorado700R]

My most recent tumble was from braking a path, dead starting a 2ft vertical with no running room at all to a very steep climb at Walden(Which would just launch the quad straight up).  I hit it hard, but not hard enough.  My rear tires landed just barely on top of the 2ft ledge at the base of the climb and slide backwards.  The quad just slide backwards and rolled on top of me 

My buddy Phil (KFX450) was like "Dude, why the FERK would you even try that?" 

After useing my feet to push my handlebars back into the right postion I hit it again HARD!!!  Launched straight up and landed about 6inches forward of my last attempt.  That's all I needed, I hammered the throttle again and wheelied up the tree shoot. (Spraying my buddy as I went  :grin_nod:  )


Good times 


Aaron

[Krandall]

If you haven't broke something you haven't been riding hard enough.

+1 conficius say!

My fave is doing a balance point wheelie in the middle of winter, then realize when you are at 12 oclock, you have no rear brake, because they had frozen. Asphalt hurts at 5 degrees.   ANd...I had no grab-bar on it because I had already thrashed that baby at little sahara the month before.

That' is funny, there's nothing like flying down a dirt road.. that's hard packed with snow.. so its really like a ice rink. Go to touch your brakes and realize the pedal isn't going down any

[fireman5166]

well I think I might have you guys all beat. I was going down a dirt road about 50 mph following my buddy. He was on his raptor. I was riding my 02 honda rancher 350.  I couldn't keep up but I was trying anyway. we got to a spot in the road where it t's. well long story short my  buddy blasts past a car waiting for him to go by. not telling the car that there are more of us coming down the road. In the dust cloud I saw my worst fears come to life. they pulled out and saw me and stopped. but they stoped blocking the road.  I grabbed all breaks and tryed to get by them. didn't work. I hit the back drivers side fender and supermaned it for 30 yards before landing bounceing and landing again. I slid in gravel for another 10 yards. I was hurt and sore but didn't break any thing but the car and my bike.  I totaled the car. I don't ever want to do that again.  I guess It was cool because I got my raptor out of it. I have pictues but they are too big to post.

[Krandall]

If you want I can re-size them for ya! I'd be interested in seeing those pics!!

krandall_bob@hotmail.com 

[Peelz]

Oy yeah, just wrecked my wife's Prairie 360 yesterday. I was riding with some guys I work with, hillbilly types. They all had Grizzlies, King Quads Bruteforce etc.  And then me on my lil' Prairie 360.   We were goofin' off waiting for other guys to suit up. Somebody says "you can't wheelie that thing, I can't even wheelie my grizz." Like they forgot who I was for a sec. So..I did a couple 12o'clockers by standing on the racks. I found the BP. So after that I rode a wheelie standing up normal about 50 yards up a hill..at the top, a cornfield, so I decided to let off. As I let off, I see a drainage ditch between the hill in this guy's yard and said cornfield..oops, too late. Straight down...All I needed was a cape. Even with a frontflip! I have a bruise on each leg from the handlebars, and a bruised ego from a bunch of drunk rednecks laughing at me.

[Krandall]

 

SuperMeth! 

[Peelz]

SuperMeth! 

Faster than a speeding bullet.....without even getting up from my chair!

[Krandall]

SuperMeth! 

Faster than a speeding bullet.....without even getting up from my chair!

that's awesome! 

[Gunz]

Last year at Little Sahara (Okla) my brother, buddy and I were blasting down the trails at nite. My buddy was leading, I was in the middle and so on. Anyhow I knew there was a mudhole coming up and it was directly in the middle of the trail. I knew there was enough room on both sides of it to keep gas'n on it, so I did. Here comes the mudhole and I go to the right and ooooh shit theres a big branch. I locked it up, but it was to late. It grabbed the right front side of my bike and stops it, I go fly'n over the handlebars and throw my left arm out kinda like superman to catch myself. Bad move, I hear/feel a snap and my arm buckles. I land face first in the mudhole and then I feel my bike role over on me pinning my body in a way it keeps my face down in the mudhole. Now while all this going on I know my brother is coming up on me fast and I'm worried he's not going to have time to stop and hit me. It was close, but he swerved just enough to braze my helmet. I hear him come running up screaming. He finally manages to get the bike off of me and I start yelling "pull me up pull me up". So I'm standing there saying "oh shit I broke my arm I broke my arm". After a few seconds I start feeling around to figure out where it's broken at and I can't tell. I finally realize it's not broken , but dislocated. So I start telling my brother grab that f'er and pull, it's a no go. We head back to camp and let me tell ya driving with a dislocated arm is way weird. Get back to camp, paramedics tell me I gotta go to the hospital, so we unhook the rv and roll. Long story short 4 hours later I was riding again. Only damage to the bike was a spun clutch handle. We stayed another day.



I gots mo, lots mo.

[Flynbyu]

At a place along the Arkansas River we like to ride at. several people like to build jumps. I'm a little cautious about jumping stuff, so I like to roll over them and see how it feels. I rolled over this nice jump to find out someone dug a trench 6 feet deep on the other side. I nosed into it, went over the bars, and skinned my leg up pretty good on my bike. I ended up digging it out, and jumped it half a dozen times. Some of the guys I was riding with had shovels and felt it needed to be a bit bigger. We piled a lot of dirt on the lip, and packed if down  by rolling up and back on the face of the jump. Some douche on a wide as DS650 puts a huge rut in the face before me, I hit the juice and land in a nose high attitude. I can't hold on, so I let go of the bike, landing on my ass. I ripped the ass out of my shorts. I run over to my bike, which is still upright on four wheels. I climb back on, with my bloodied ass cheek showing for all to see, jumped it again, road to my truck, loaded it, and headed home.

I couldn't let it get the best of me.

~Brian