my lay down came at 75 mph on a 500cc Arial red hunter,I was racing my buddy back to town after watching a local road race at Fairwood in South wales,I was way ahead of him on his Triumph,it had been raining all day,I was laying over pretty low on a left turn,
right about half way through the turn when right there in my line was a manhole cover,slick as a whistle,we went down together I landed on my back and shoulders
the bike took off on it's own and went a good 80 feet,it hit the embankment and started to cross the street again,I just got flashes of the bike doing it's thing,while I was bouncing around,I was even on my feet for a second or two before momentem took hold again,I was sitting at the side of the road when my buddy pulled up,
he asked if I wanted a lift (funny guy) in those days I rarely rode with a helmet on,but this day I had one on,it was ground flat at the back,could of been my head.
as for laying down or what ever,in the fraction of a second it took to happen I did remember what my Dad always said ,LET IT GO,
My buddy and I straightened out the handle bars ,and I managed to get it home,I hid it so my Mom woulden't see it (her first husband was killed on a bike on Christmas eve) I fixed the bike up at work my Mom never knew,but my Dad sure did,he was not a happy camper ,it was his bike