I have not, personally; but one of my best friends was driving her Harley and her husband was next to her on his bike. A drunk driver coming towards her took her out. Her husband told me that her body was already in flames and he knew she was dead. My brother always rode his motorcycle without a helmet and one day after he fixed something on it, he laughed and put the helmet on (only because I asked him to) and he took off, made it about a block and an idiot in a car turned directly in front of him. I watched him fly up in the air, roll face-first into the windshield and continued to roll onto the other side of the vehicle. I ran to see if he was okay; and to my surprise he was alive, but not okay. He had a face full of glass, the sunglasses he was wearing had ripped skidmarks down his nose, his fingers were twisted unnaturally and he had a large hole in his leg. I think the only reason he was alive was the helmet. He was so pissed he got up, dragging his leg telling the guy he was going to kill him! I had another friend that would ride his bike to the bar and get so drunk we would have to put his bike in the back of the trunk and drive him home. Don't do that again, you might not get another chance! When the doctor's gave my husband his donor bone they said it came from "liquid cyclist" meaning somebody who drank and drove their bike and crashed. You're story, though amusing; should really make you realize how lucky you really are! I hope it was a wake up call.

many years ago way back in the 70's I use to ride bikes but after a number of crash's and losing a lot of bark I decided I was safer in cars

A friend of mine got drunk at a party and decided to streak, after getting naked he decided to drive this other guys skooter(seems like a great idea right?) while showing off and drivng around he hit a curb and flew over the handle bars. Can you guess what happened?...Yes yes he picked his ass up off the sidewalk only to find one of his nipples hanging off....Ouch :D idiot had to have it sewn back on!

Twice, the first time I skidded on a wet road after taking the corner too fast, my leathers saved my hide..the second time was a car cutting across me ended up sliding for 25 yards again saved by my leathers just bruising and a sprained wrist.

Not me, but a lady at work has. More like a truck crashed into her and wedged her between it and another car. Apart from two years in hospital and having a leg amputated she is still sick of people telling her she was lucky to be alive.

You twat =p xx

I crashed my bike at a racetrack at my first racing school. One mistake = 1 accident. I broke my ribs and had to drive myself home alone 5 hours (I had towed the bike on a trailer, thank God). I feel lucky that it curbed my desire to race bikes.