Away camping in Wales, about 8 of us on bikes. All of the bikes were parked up in a row in a muddy field.
We were stood around drinking beer when someone shouted, "quick grab your bike, the stands sinking into the mud and its about to fall over".
Just as it was about to fall over and knock the whole row of bikes over like domino's i lunged for the bike and grabbed the handlebars with a great sense of relief,
until the handlebar grip came off in my hand and knocked the whole row over
The only consolation was that the horrible of heaps of scrap that we all rode as teenagers weren't exactly mint and all got crashed on a regular basis so a few more scrapes and dents weren't as bad as the thought of a line of fully faired Ducati's going down.