I think I've told this story before but...
I came up to a right hand bend on a narrow twisty country lane up near Pendle. Way too fast. I had a choice of either locking up the back brake and powersliding gracefully around the bend (as if) or going straight ahead into the banking, using it as a ramp and jumping evil kinevil stylee over the barbed wire fence and landing softly in the field behind it.
I chose flight.
When I woke up, I could see my fellow clubmates unfolding my bike by sticking the front forks in a bench and pulling back on the frame. I was able to ride it home but it was effectively a write off in insurance terms.
My stunt bike that day was a near new Giant Peloton road bike.
How effing stupid was I.