[left that other site]

I have been a biker for 40 years, and this has never happened to me.

The best I could ever do was have a small Tornado go right through my front forks, flipping the bike and spinning it on the gear shift lever with the engine still running, somewhat reminiscent of a food processor.

I had the presence of mind to leap off the bike, and was picked up off the street by two Rastafarians who wrapped their own T-shirts around my road rashed arms, righted the Harley, put me on it and sent me home the 10 miles in first gear, in the pouring rain and dime-sized hail. This occurred at the extreme western corner of the Bermuda Triangle, at the corner of State Road 7 and Oakland Park Blvd, in the “Rough Section” of Town.

Other than that, nothing interesting ever happens to me.

[Fawn]

Wow. That was a great experience. You had an angel with you that day. Reminds me of the time up in NY, when a tornado...about 2 -3 stories high came through our flea market. I was naive about them. When everyone saw it, they went for cover in the cars, whereever. What did I do? I ran to the cashbox table and threw myself over it. Watching the tarps and stuff fly as the tornado went by. It missed me almost completely. Everyone was stunned and told me I was nuts. I was. I know better now. lol

[Salamander]

I would consider that sufficient excitement, myself.

:)

[green pastures]

Here, you had me believing the whole story-- until you got to the Bermuda Triangle part.

/kidding