I've gotten off improperly 4 times that I can remember (and I seriously doubt I'd forget one):
1. - Heading home after leaving the bike at the GFs (now the Mrs) house. It was winter, so that's the first mistake. Head gasket was done (plays a part). Battery was weak. Roads "appeared" clear. Used the MIL's car to jump start it. I drained the battery trying, with the bad HG. got it going, but it wouldn't idle. Had to keep the throttle on a bit or it would die.
Made it about two miles down the road, hit some ice, and spun out. Slid down the center of the road. That was bad, but I was relatively OK - just a bit embarrassed and pissed off at myself for even trying to ride it home. Nevertheless, I was still sliding when a car swerved to go around me. Good job, didn't hit me... Until then second car did the same thing. I had stopped then. Listening to that motor go bang, bang, bang at about 30 RPM, refusing to die I just got more mad - at the bike this time.
4 more cars slowed, went around the bike and me, no one bothering to even roll their window down and ask if I was even alive. I laid there for a few minutes, listening to the bike drone on and on, while more cars went by, none inquiring as to my status of life.
Finally, I just got up, picked up the bike (it did finally die), and pushed if off the road. Walked back, got in the car, and headed home. We were relatively unscathed, just some scratches on both me and the bike.
2. - Was the GFs Kawasaki 250 triple, smoker. It really was a nice bike, Kawa green and everything - until I was done with it. Heading home on a regular road, no biggie. Over a slight rise, with a left bend (this was in England). Guy coming the other way in a car was on my side of the road. I avoided the head-on, but hit the gravel and endo-d. Forks, and a few other things were messed up. Broken wrist (like 10 of those little bones). Still bothers me. Bike was repaired, but never the same.
3. - Again, heading home (again, in England). Heading into a right-hand bend, been on it many times during the day. Truck (rig, not a pickup), with his brights on, coming towards me blinded me for a moment. That moment was enough for me to go off the road, hit the gravel, and end up with the bike upside down, stuck in a huge conifer hedge, about 4 feet above the ground. I was shaken, but OK. The bike was in pretty remarkable shape. Pulled it out - probably caused more damage there - and rode it home.
4. - This was my last get-off on the previous ST. It's detailed
here, in the "Rider Down" category.
Here's to knocking on wood that I don't get off again - but that's unlikely.