but did you DIIIIIIIE!?

auntiebling

auntiebling

megalomaniacal troglodyte
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tell a story where you did something really stupid and miraculously escaped injury.

include pictures, if you want. Lies are acceptable as well

you are being judged, winners will receive motorcycle parts to bikes they don't own from my PERSONAL COLLECTION of parts to bikes I DON'T OWN

i'll start, can't find the pictures

I fell out of the raft while rafting on a really touristy, aka easy, half day white water trip. i fell into an eddy, where the photographers hang out so they can sell pictures to the idiots... well we bought them of course because you can only see my feet and my hands holding the paddle as i finish submerging into the abyss. it was scary as fuck
 
Brokenlink

Brokenlink

Banned
I was backpacking through a slot canyon in Arizona (east Clear Creek). It was 26 miles of hell. We had to strap innertubes to our packs and swim a fair chunk of it. We were in college so completely unprepared. We had heard it was a fisherman's paradise so didn't bring much food. We thought "It's Arizona. It's hot" so didn't pack wetsuits or warm gear. We didn't account for the thousand-foot cliffs and complete lack of sun (the water was like 45-50 degrees).

This was about two weeks after I broke my back in a mtn bike crash too. So we were climbing this cliff about halfway through, trying to get to a cave. My buddy was above me and just as I lunged ot the left to grab a handhold, he knocked a boulder loose. It rolled right where my head had been a half second earlier. Had I not moved exactly when I did, I would be dead. No doubt in my mind. There was no way out. Period.

In fact, the only people we saw during our 26 mile adventure was a group of boyscouts being helivacked out. They started at the halfway point and did the lower half (or half of it anyways). They were absolutely amazed at where we came in and how far we went. Best and worst trip of my life.
 
Brokenlink

Brokenlink

Banned
I was backpacking through a slot canyon in Arizona (east Clear Creek). It was 26 miles of hell. We had to strap innertubes to our packs and swim a fair chunk of it. We were in college so completely unprepared. We had heard it was a fisherman's paradise so didn't bring much food. We thought "It's Arizona. It's hot" so didn't pack wetsuits or warm gear. We didn't account for the thousand-foot cliffs and complete lack of sun (the water was like 45-50 degrees).

This was about two weeks after I broke my back in a mtn bike crash too. So we were climbing this cliff about halfway through, trying to get to a cave. My buddy was above me and just as I lunged ot the left to grab a handhold, he knocked a boulder loose. It rolled right where my head had been a half second earlier. Had I not moved exactly when I did, I would be dead. No doubt in my mind. There was no way out. Period.

In fact, the only people we saw during our 26 mile adventure was a group of boyscouts being helivacked out. They started at the halfway point and did the lower half (or half of it anyways). They were absolutely amazed at where we came in and how far we went. Best and worst trip of my life.
 
kingmoochr

kingmoochr

WHARRGARBL
17yo self drove a mkiii supra under a big rig on 205. Only salvageable part on the exterior was the left rear tail light. Passenger a pillar was jammed into the passenger headrest. Didn't die.
 
T

TylerW

Agitator
Probably wouldn't have killed me, but I'm still shocked whenever I think of this one. Jumped off the roof of my neighbor's chicken coop when I was a kid into what I thought was a bunch of thick bushes. Thick bushes were hiding a stack of old plate glass windows at least four deep. My foot and leg went through all of them. Was able to pull my leg clear without a scratch. I was even wearing shorts.
 
DucatiHoney

DucatiHoney

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Staff member
I've had a couple of close calls in cars. Just taking a turn waaaaaaaaay too fast. All I remember are tires chirping and skipping along the asphalt... and thinking my dad was going to kill me if I rolled his car (it was a 1976 brown VW Rabbit, so no big loss if I had.) I was so stupid I wasn't even scared. There's probably 1 horrible accident a year in my small town--the roads aren't good and when you go off the cliff, you go into a river or someplace where no one is going to find you for hours. I had a good friend who can't spell her own name anymore and lives with her mother due to traumatic brain injury received in this kind of crash, right after high school. I was sooooooo lucky. And stupid. Did I mention the stupid part?
 
poach

poach

seeking balance
I should have legit been dead about 12 times over, but was spared each and every time for reasons beyond me. This is the first one...

Received my first shotgun and firearm safety course at 10yrs old. Shortly thereafter, I placed the butt of the loaded gun on a lawn chair with the safety off and a round in the pipe and proceeded to look down the barrel. I instantly remembered that was a no-no and began drawing my head back when the butt slipped off the chair, struck the ground and the 12ga Remington pump went off missing my face by inches and blowing a hole in the breezeway ceiling.

The firearm then, due to the kick, bounced off the concrete and the muzzle struck me on the upper part of my eye orbit gashing me open and giving me a reminder of my utter stupidity.

I can’t believe I just shared that.:laughing
 
Mike95060

Mike95060

Work In Progress
poach said:
I should have legit been dead about 12 times over, but was spared each and every time for reasons beyond me. This is the first one...

Received my first shotgun and firearm safety course at 10yrs old. Shortly thereafter, I placed the butt of the loaded gun on a lawn chair with the safety off and a round in the pipe and proceeded to look down the barrel. I instantly remembered that was a no-no and began drawing my head back when the butt slipped off the chair, struck the ground and the 12ga Remington pump went off missing my face by inches and blowing a hole in the breezeway ceiling.

The firearm then, due to the kick, bounced off the concrete and the muzzle struck me on the upper part of my eye orbit gashing me open and giving me a reminder of my utter stupidity.

I can’t believe I just shared that.:laughing
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Holy fuck dude. What did your parents do when their hearts re-started?
 
poach

poach

seeking balance
Mike95060 said:
Holy fuck dude. What did your parents do when their hearts re-started?
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My father would have taken the gun away never to be seen again, so I lied through my teeth and told him it was a skateboarding accident.

I know, baaaaaad kiddo....


Edit: On a side note, he never noticed the hole. It’s still there...
 
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Mike95060

Mike95060

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poach said:
My father would have taken the gun away never to be seen again, so I lied through my teeth and told him it was a skateboarding accident.

I know, baaaaaad kiddo....
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I figured no kid would cop to that story as written. Did you ever fess up? That story is so visceral to me, my boy is 8. It sickens me to imagine walking into a scene and find him missing his head. You are reinforcing my beliefs about fire arms and kids. :laughing
 
poach

poach

seeking balance
Mike95060 said:
I figured no kid would cop to that story as written. Did you ever fess up? That story is so visceral to me, my boy is 8. It sickens me to imagine walking into a scene and find him missing his head. You are reinforcing my beliefs about fire arms and kids. :laughing
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Nah, never really saw the benefit. And, in your son’s defense I’m sure he’s a lot brighter than I was.
 
mean dad

mean dad

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I've told this story before:


When I was a young rapscallion I had switches hooked to the headlight, taillight and brake light on my 600 Ninja. Front turn signals were running lights and I left those alone.

Down in Bako they get some ridiculously thick tule fog. Legit cannot see more than ten or twenty feet in any direction.
Hit some on a freeway late one night and scooted over to the white line in the fast lane, turned off all the lights, and pinned it.
Well over 125mph for at least five minutes just enthralled by the stupendous level of fear and excitement. The running lights gave a soft glow that illuminated the white line and surrounding fog for about two feet in front of me and the rest was a dull greyish whitish nothingness.
It was surreal and amazing and incredibly stupid and there wouldn't have been enough left of me to scrape up if anyone was pulled over or stopped in left side of the lane.
 
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