When I went over a jump last in line on a trail and realized that at the angle I was traveling, I was going to hit a tree before I came back down to the ground.
Shortly thereafter, realizing that I was on top of a mountain, probably a dozen miles cross-country to the nearest house, and my motorcycle was firmly stuck in the crotch of the tree. The tree I hit was two trees grown together, joined about four or five feet above the ground. When I hit it, the handlebars stopped at the trees but the frame wedged firmly in between them. My motorcycle was wedged with the rear wheel probably six feet off the ground, and remained there until my riding buddies missed me and came back to find me.
Shortly thereafter, realizing that I was on top of a mountain, probably a dozen miles cross-country to the nearest house, and my motorcycle was firmly stuck in the crotch of the tree. The tree I hit was two trees grown together, joined about four or five feet above the ground. When I hit it, the handlebars stopped at the trees but the frame wedged firmly in between them. My motorcycle was wedged with the rear wheel probably six feet off the ground, and remained there until my riding buddies missed me and came back to find me.