I personally will never not trust my gut feeling.
Marrying.
Did it once and it’s going to last until death.
That’s pretty wholesome
Unless someone is getting murdered.
“I promise to stay with you until one of us dies!”
It would be really weird if married couples stayed together until they both died.
College while working full time. Four years of barely getting any sleep while working full time and going to school full time. Even my teachers made comments about how late I’m staying up. They can see on their Canvas website that I’m turning in papers at 3 or 4 in the morning.
Fuck that’s rough. Props for that dedication and commitment!
Damn, did you even learn anything???
Play paintball.
I started playing back in the 80’s when I was in college and everybody used paint guns that could only hold about 15 rounds, and fired one at a time.
I’m way too old to run around in the woods like I did 40 years ago, and the game has completely changed as well. People have guns that can hold hundreds of paintballs and shoot incredibly fast, so the whole strategy is unlike it was. I just don’t find modern paintball enjoyable at all.
Excessive speed on a bicycle. Alright, I did it more than once, until a slow car scared the shit out of me.
At one point I lived near a small mountain with a road going up. It was so slow and painful to get up, but a huge thrill going down. I didn’t have a speedometer but it was a 45mph road (and everyone speeds) and I consistently passed cars. It had only one lane in each direction and I regularly passed cars going over 45 mph, by a lot. Then one day I was about to pass the car and she slowed to turn. Panic time, huge continual squeal of my brakes that scared her into accelerating past her turn, and I still zoomed by on the shoulder before I could stop, hundreds of feet beyond.
Clearly way too fast for my vehicle and my (lack of) protective gear
It’s so much fun to dive-bomb down a mountain road, but as soon as you get a little rain, a little shimmy develops in your front steering column that cascades into being thrown over the handlebars… I’ve had a few close calls, where during a race and during a regular ride, where I almost ate shit hard… Yeah, I’ll just slow down a bit sooner next time 😳
Had a tamer but similar hill near my home growing up. Loved speeding down. It ended in a lot filled with gravel. Fortunately the day I spun out on the gravel lot was coming from a different, slower direction. Developed an extremely bad case of road rash all over one leg. When I realized what might have happened if I’d been taking the hill instead, that I probably would have broken my legs or worse, I stopped going down that hill. Realization of mortality can be like a bucket of ice water sometimes.
Gender reassignment surgery.
after a scuba dive almost went south, I agree on the gut feeling
I’ve always wanted to scuba dive. My ears are just so sensitive I don’t think I’d be able to
Go 180 mph on a motorcycle. I’ve done it, and I won’t do it again. I’m a pretty solid rider, but 180 is above my reaction time. Things were behind me before I had a chance to react to them. So, I decided going that fast is stupid, and deadly, and I wont do so again. 120-140 however is manageable. I can react with time to spare. 105 is like a cakewalk. I’m just as comfortable at 105 as I am at 55.
Yep, I’ve topped out my Hayabusa and I feel the same way… Done it 4 or 5 times when I was a little younger but I don’t need to die that way.
I knew someone who t-boned an SUV on a Hayabusa going 198 mph (speed limiter limit). He was stupidly doing that on a major street in town at 2 am. It was a party town, so there were still plenty of people on the road at 2 am. There was so much force from the impact that he knocked the SUV on its side, and cut it almost completely in half. The people in the back seat were killed, and the people in the front seat were seriously injured. As for the rider… well, there wasn’t much left of him to talk about. I have no idea what got into him to cause him to think that was an okay idea, but it’s a mistake he didn’t live through.
I’m sorry that happened to someone you knew.
Thats awful.
I’ve only done it on a remote road with a huge view, so no chance of another car - but plenty of chance of animals stepping out, or even just losing control due to road surface or wind gusts etc…
Its a silly thing to do.
Huge adrenaline rush, but so very silly. These bikes are ridiculously fast.
It’s not something I plan on doing again.
Once again, I’m sorry you knew someone who had such an awful end…
Thanks. He wasn’t a friend, just someone I knew from our biking community. It was still shocking to hear.
Yeah the animals concern is real. A friend of mine hit a deer on his bike up in the foothills. He went over the bars, tearing his kneecaps off on the way, and then shattered multiple vertebrae when he hit the asphalt. Thankfully he somehow had a full recovery. He was laid up for a year, and in pain a lot after that, but he survived, and regained full function. He was riding again around 2 years later. Bikes are certainly deadly in the wrong scenarios, but boy are they fun!
Went to Sturgis for the motorcycle rally in the late aughts. Went to the Harley Dealership that was offering free test drives on all it’s latest models. The guy leading the test drive said that anyone who wanted to go fast should be right up in front behind him. I wanted to go fast, so I was second in line, right behind him, on a brand new V-Rod (I think it was the 2007 almost 1300 CC engine).
He lead us on a dirt road parallel to the highway for a minute, going like 65 mph, which wasn’t so bad, but I peeked behind me and the cloud of dust we were trailing was impressive, I wondered how the guys behind me were even keeping sight of us! Then, he turned and got on the highway. Man he opened his up so fast, I almost lost sight of him. I gased that V-Rod so hard just to keep him in eye sight, that the segmented white lines between lanes just turned into one solid line to my vision. I checked my speedometer and swear I was around 160-180mph. That shit was unreal, passing cars going highway speed like they were standing still, on a bike I had never ridden before.
And that’s why I won’t let myself buy a crotch rocket. Give me a 90’s model sportster that maxes out at like 90mph, because I’m scared if I have a machine that can go that fast, I may be tempted to try it again, and the idea of becoming a meat-crayon isn’t something I aspire to.
My Dad is a doctor who would bring home pictures of gnarly cases he worked on, and every single one of them would be motorcycle accidents. Doesn’t stop him from riding one, and with a fake-DOT helmet (if one at all), but it sure stopped me from ever wanting to emulate those speed-demons that go over 100 weaving through traffic and shit. Those people are insane to me.
I’m shocked to hear that bike can go that fast. I thought they topped out at 150. I can’t imagine going that fast on a cruiser, with no wind screen. It seems like the wind would blow you right off the bike. Even at like 100 mph on a cruiser, I’m gripping the handlebars like crazy, fighting against the wind hitting my chest and pushing me out of the seat.
You’re probably right about it being closer to 150, I do remember turning my head and feeling the air push my head hard, fighting to get back into the lowered, hugging-the-engine position I was in. T’was nuts. never again! Maybe if I’m on the salt flats with mad protective gear, but not on roads, not on a new-to-me bike. That was just a flash of brilliant, youthful, death defiance that I’m likely never to repeat. Might as well bounce on a trampoline under whirring helicopter blades 😅
The difference in feeling between 150 and 180 is as or more pronounced as the difference between 100 and 150. Every MPH above about 150 is a noticeable difference. I was actively pushing the bike to its absolute limit, and it was insane. After around 160 things are happening too fast to respond to. They’re already behind you by the time they register in your mind. I agree with your sentiment, never again, at least not anywhere other than the salt flats.
I love the adrenaline feeling of driving at speed. Can’t imagine 180 on a bike though, I took a moped to 50 one time and the exposure scared the crap out of me.
I looked to my right before changing lanes out of habit, and the wind almost tore my head off. I had to fight with all my strength to get back into the bubble behind the wind screen. Then I saw a puddle on the ground around a quarter mile away, started to react to it, and it was behind me before I could do anything. That’s when I decided that I was being suicidal and backed off. I never went that fast again. It’s cool to have experienced it, but once was enough. If I had access to the salt flats or something, then I’d do it again for fun, but definitely not on a highway, regardless of how remote it is.
Edit: it’s worth pointing out that depending on the moped, 50 mph is probably the absolute limit of what it’s built for. Going max speed on most vehicles is scary, because you’re pushing the limit of the design. When you’re going 150 mph on a sport bike, you’re well within the limits of the design. Suspension, traction, exposure, and all that are still completely manageable. Plus, you’re encased in riding gear, jackets, gloves, full face helmet, boots, etc., and behind a wind screen which makes an air pocket, so you’re not really exposed to the wind blasting all around you.
Paintball with 20-somethings. I expected someone to shoot me in the arse from five feet away for a laugh, I didn’t think they’d be on my team.
Panic attack (I hope)
It’s awful
drinking 12 espresso each with speed on one day (I almost had a hard attack and couldn’t sleep for like 1½days)
Morning gym workout. Neck is still sore twenty years later. I know musculoskeletal injuries don’t happen from one event but that morning was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
OP, gut feelings are usually helpful, care to share what happened to you?
Getting wisdom teeth removed
This sucks
Apparently have sex ever again.
Damn that’s tough
Difficult for your mum too
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Skydiving. It’s super windy and loud. It’s a predictable struggle between gravity and air resistance. There’s a man firmly pressed up against my bum. You end up back where you started. Super inefficient and uncomfortable mode of transportation.
I actually really enjoyed akydiving
Boiled peanuts. Never afuckingain
I have no experience with boiled peanuts. What’s the deal?
They’re like someone with a salty mouth sucked regular peanuts until they absorbed all the warm saliva and swelled up, and then spat them into a paper bag and left them for a few hours on a warm park bench.
Well, fuck you for that. I can taste the texture of your comment and I am quite unhappy about it.
Have you ever had cacahuates japoneses “Japanese peanuts”? They’re the opposite of that, I highly recommend them.
They’re dry and taste like cold ass?
Loved them. And I loved the whole post apocalyptic fires under huge caldroms feature about them. Best part of my trip to Georgia except for the cocaine.
