My first bike when I was a mere lad of 20. Low sided it once at around 30-MPH in a very tight left curve. The bike shed enough velocity for me to practically stepped off it. No damage to me and mild cosmetic damage to the bike's left side. I was in my "Marlon Brando" mode: black crappy jacket, black jean and black crappy half-boots, and of course no gloves & no helmet. Super cool, man. I was worried more about image than riding ability and skin retention then. No siree, no MSF training. That was for sissies. A real man would watch The Wild Ones and hop on the bike and go gunnin' for some. Hard to believe that I didn't hurt or kill myself then. Probably pure dumb luck more than anything.