I had a drop at a standstill, but caused by a horrible Volvo driver.
My parking garage at work has a series of very tight, steeply ramped (~15% grade) 180 degree turns on smooth concrete. It had been raining that day, and the already slick-when-dry concrete was like ice. I'm coming up the ramps about to make one of the 180s and this woman in a Volvo is coming down the same ramp, IN MY LANE. I hug the curb and quickly but smoothly and firmly give it some front brake, which only causes the front wheel to slip, but I was going slowly and only leaned over about 10 degrees so far, but I have nowhere to go but either into the Volvo or turning further to the right. Since the front wheel is already slipping on the slick smooth concrete, it's not cooperating with my need to turn, so I ease on the rear brake, which causes the front to hook up and get me leaning, only now I'm at a stop, and the bike is leaning about 35 degrees. The Volvo is moving past me with inches to spare and is going down the ramp, doing her best to ignore the chaos she caused as I desperately try to prop up ~475 pounds of motorcycle at 35 degrees with my right leg. I'm simply not strong enough to lift it up at that angle and after 10-15 seconds, my knee feels like it's about to give out, adrenaline or not, so I surrender my then 2 week old 650 to the unforgiving concrete to save my knee. Fortunately, the only damage was a smashed turn signal, half snapped front brake lever, and a tiny scuff on the bar end - I was able to at least set it down gently.
I suppose if I'd have been smart enough to use the rear brake FIRST instead of the front, things might have gone differently. But it was a panic stop, and my street instincts tell me to go for the front first.
I still see that blue Volvo in the parking deck at least once a week, and I was tempted to leave a note, but there are 3 different blue Volvo wagons that park here. :mad:
Now if you'd asked for close calls, I have ALOT of those recently. There seems to have been a dramatic increase in stupid around here over past month or two, but alertness and vigilance has kept me from becoming road pizza (barely). It's just getting less and less fun to ride around here.