Jeez, I had no ideas you guys were so fucking stupid!
I managed to dredge up memory of two stupid moments.
I was 17. Out for an evening ride on my dad's Honda CL70. Picked up this gal I knew that I had the hots for. Buzzing down the road, this little bike struggled to maintain 50 mph. I wasn't wearing boots, and it was a cool evening. I needed to pull up my socks. I didn't want to lose speed, so I had my fetching passenger hold the throttle open while I reached down to pull up my socks. When I came back up, I kinda bumped my shoulders back against her boobs. That, of course, made her pull back on the right handlebar, veering us into an oncoming car.
She was OK, just a little road rash, but I spent 6 1/2 weeks on crutches.
More recent foolishness...
I met up with some Harley buds for riding in Ohio and West Virginia. We pulled over to the side of the road to decide on our next turn. I pulled my little GS450 into the grass beside them. As we were ready to pull out, I decide to show off a little. Gunned the engine and started to do a donut in the grass. It has rained the night before, and the soil under the grass was really wet. The bike started slipping too fast, so I pulled the clutch. The tire caught traction, and the next thing you know, I am flying up in the air, doing a highside into the ditch. The ditch was a good 4' deep. I land sprawled on my back on the embankment, with my right hand still gripping the throttle to keep me from rolling any further down the ditch. My bike is upside down.
My one friend said, "Help him! Help him!" Then he saw that I was OK, and he said, "Get the camera! Get the camera."
I gave them no chance to document the mishap. I popped up and had my bike back on its wheels in two seconds flat.