You ain't a motorcyclist/racer if you ain't never dropped a bike. I mean, I've dropped bikes in the driveway. I've dropped bikes in parking lots. I've dropped bikes at 'bike nights'. I've dropped bikes drunk. I've dropped sober. I've dropped bikes off a truck. I've dropped bikes off trailers. I've dropped bikes in the pits. I've dropped bikes off stands. I've dropped bikes in front of chicks I wanted to impress. I've dropped bikes in front of cops. And I've dropped bikes on the street and race track AT SPEED. The end.
I dropped my first bike when I rode up to my mom’s work (a bank) and parked it where all the drive-thru teller hotties could see. Fucking kickstand snagged on my pants and down I went.
I dropped my first bike in front of my friend's mom after she said "be careful" and I think I said "I know what I"m doing" Then my foot slipped and I went flat over. Also dropped another bike the day I bought it trying to get it off the trailer by myself. Broke the rearset off. Good times
Only bike I ever dropped was my Dad's full-fairing BMW R100 when he asked me to move it he could get the mower out of the garage. Foot slipped on the smooth concrete and my 12-year-old body just wasn't enough to save it. Luckily it went to the right, and not to the left where his perfectly restored 1967 911 was sitting......but he still had a few choice curse words in German after that one.
Dropped my V-Max twice in the same friend's driveway. On different days. Put my foot down and it slipped on wet leaves. Went down in slow motion both times with plenty of time to think about how much I hated that the damn thing weighed four times as much as me. And then, I had to pick it up.
I had just sold my best friend my old GSXR. He was sitting in road construction. When the flagger flipped the sign he got "all eyes are on me" nervous, dumped the clutch, stalled it, and fell over in front of everyone. Their reaction was predictable.