This has happened too numerous to recall all of them, I'll share the first time.
I was 19 and had taken a break from drinking for multiple months. Obviously there were reasons that was a thing. I was on my FZR600(was my drag bike) and headed to a party at an acquintance's s parents house. A close friend we'll just use R for this was already there and we got to BS'n about motorbikes as it happens. Also BS'n about going to the wedding reception(mutual friend from high school) over in our hood. Possible a plan was hatched to cruise over to my place and put R on my GS500E to head back to the party(we might have showed up to the party on bikes but unsure either way). Stopped by 7/11 and managed two 6 packs of the hot new heinieken keg cans. Strapped a 6er to the GS and i was able to fit 4 of the 6 in the front pocket of the pull over i was wearing with the other two hanging out in front. Started drinking upon re-arrival at the party. A few or all of the "kegs' gone and we head to the wedding reception.
As we were cutting across Portland raising moto mayhem on beautiful Saturday we cut over by Emanuel hospital and I used the multiple steep parking lot ramps to try to jump my FZR like a dirt bike. Much air was had. Much bottoming out was done. Caved in cylinders 2 and 3 of the stock headers. I guess what goes up must come down right?
Proceed to stop far enough away from the stop sign on graham to get a still see if its clear. Did a proper drag launch across the intersection and flew a ways down the steep hill on Graham going under 5/405. Just had an energy about being far to reckless.
Heading up interstate ave(Pre-Max) R and I were living the moto dream until a block before going ave a beige Cadillac turned left in front of us, Rich swerved and missed the tail. I anchored the front brake and did my first real stoppie. I was staring through the passengers window looking down into the car. Stalled it up there just long enough for the car to clear, slammed the back end down and met R at the light. Both of us had silver dollar sized eyes. R says something to the effect of "I crashed the bike!" I hollered back in a state of confusion "no you didn't, your'e on the bike!" Thats when he showed me the brand new glove that had rash all over the palm. Turns it Rich hit the center median with plenty of momentum, yellow curb paint on both wheels, underside of the stator cover and belly pan. The bike was going down and pushed off with his hand just enough to ride it out. I think what he did to his shoulder with that move ended up bothering him for a while.
Next stop Queen Anne Victorian manson but one last jump through the DMV parking lot. Terrible ass high jump, front tire just skipping across the rough sloping parking lot. SHIT! can't STOP! carrying way to much speed, just started scrubbing speed as I got to the street on the other side of the parking lot. giving it everything I could I hit the gravel parking strip.
Both feet down, front tire locked up I came to a dusty stop in front of the stone posts that hold the steel gate to the right of the staircase. Just had time to exhale before i look to my left and see Rich coming in hot, feet down with a locked front prayer. success. Made quit the entrance. Got cut off before we even made it to the bar, sadly we said our hellos and promptly were asked to leave. I have a vague memory of doing a burnout as we left but I can't be certain. Rode to Rich's and retired the bikes and headed back to the first party. The rest of the evening was more of a blurred master class on not doing well and being a shitshow. The next Tuesday i went to Dr Browns to order of a vance and hines full system, K and N pods and a stage 3 jet kit. Ditched the airbox, set the carbs up for a baseline tuneI then "replaced my exhaust".
