ok, story time. i usually try not to steel someones thunder when they are telling their story, but since others have started, i'll join in.
i was leaving the on base motorcycle training at the norfolk naval station heading back towards the ships that night. there is a single road that goes between the air side (where the safety training was) and the pier side of the base. i was riding my bike along this road not paying much attention and adjusting my mirrors. then i heard a sort of buzzing sound. it got a bit loader and i thought it sound like the props from a plane. so i look up and realize that a big cats eye radar plane is crossing the road in front of me. (yeah it's weird but norfolk is setup that way). anyway, i hit the brakes and the rear tire started sliding out. (this is the cool part) somehow i put my right foot down as the bike was sliding sideways and pulled off the most amazing japanese animation biker side-slide ever! i stopped and looked up. i was close enough to see the pilots looking back down at me and realized that if i had gone another 10 feet, i would have run right into the propeller indiana jones style.
the odd thing to me was that while this was happening i thought that it was definitely the end for me and for some reason i felt really calm. strange huh?