I used to ride a motorcycle. Once in Palomar mountain i was riding with a group and saw this guy who brought race tires. He was at the bottom of the mountain an

I used to ride a motorcycle. Once in Palomar mountain i was riding with a group and saw this guy who brought race tires. He was at the bottom of the mountain and I saw him getting ready with his group at the bottom of the mountain. We turn around, head back up and head back down the mountain again... A group of bikes raced past us going way too fast. I had just exited a corner (they were about to enter). All of a sudden after they passed, I hear all hell on earth break lose of a crash. We turn around and one of the guys was pinned in between the guardrail and his bike, sandwiched and totally stuck in the middle. On the other side was a typical Palomar dropoff... I don't know how big but you ain't surviving if you go over the edge. You're going to turn in a slinky. We eventually pull the guy out and he's totally concussed with broken shoulder/arm. Otherwise he was fine. Turns out, he didn't warm up his tires enough (race tires need to be warm) and had a low slide crash as soon as he hit his brakes. The other crazy part what was when we got his helmet off, he was one of the mechanics that I brought my bike to! And I had just brought my bike in a few weeks before so I immediately recognized him. fun times. I almost had a high side accident after i locked both my brakes at midnight coming home from my girlfriends place. There was a notorious intersection with cameras in it that you came downhill to. And it was one of the intersections that has a shorter yellow lights than any other light, you know, just so they can get more tickets. It was cold af outside and my visor was fogging, so I will not forget that moment speeding down at 60mph, hitting the yellow and realizing I wasn't going to make it, hitting the brakes, and seemingly locked up so bad I was doing 45 degree turns in both directions for a second or two before gaining control.