Five years ago I lowsided my beloved '86 interceptor. It was a decreasing radius turn with a questionable front tire on a 50 degree day.
and of course I was going waaaay to fast on a 15 year old bike
I went into the apex and I felt the front tire start to let go and I knew it was going to lowside, so I let go of the bike and fell a couple of feet or so onto the pavement as the bike went out from under me (good call). I think I was going 35-40. I had on a helmet and armored leathers, which I credit for saving me from a trip to the hospital.
I watched the bike skitter on the pavement and into the woods. I slid about 20 feet on my arse, waited until I was sure I was stopped and got up and off the road. My buddies who saw me go down stopped and went to retrieve my bike while I was making sure I was still in one piece. I rode the bike home with a slightly bent clipon and a destroyed fairing. I wound up with only a few bruises, my leathers paid for them selves and then some.
The wife told me I was done with motorcycles. I sold it the next week
I still don't agree with her