Walking HOnda Varedero backwards on a steep camber hill out side the entrance to a national park, misjudged how steep the camber was and went to put my foot down, and over I went, in front of 100 other bikers we were meeting for a ride.
Same trip, same park, mis judged a corner and dropped into first, locked up the rear, straight on into the storm guttering at the side, came a to a stop, to realise that there was no where to put my feet, and with a little forward momentum still in me rather than the bike, went up and over the bars.
Dropped my honda blackbird twice at my gate, both making the same mistake of pointing it down hill into the drive on the kickstand while I opened the front gate.
And on my 110 scooter – drving into the drive way in high rainy season, wondering why the drive way looked darker and flatter than normal, to ride into a 1m+ of flood water, turns out the tidal river, and small canal beside the house, and exceptional rainfall, flooded the garden.
Little 110cc fell over, completely submerged, still runnning, pulled it out, gave it a kick, and away it went.