I’ve layed a bike down twice. Once, my car was in the shop and I had to get to work… in November in Michigan. On the way home some unpredicted slush covered the road but I had to get home. Went down at about 35mph but because I had on a snow suit and the slush I just slid. One guy was kind enough to roll down his window and laugh at me. I did have it coming. I was 18.
The other time, I pulled up to a friend’s house drunk and got off the bike but forgot about the kick stand.
Reason 428 why I quit drinking decades ago.
