I've never lost a sleeping pillion passenger off the back of a Spyder, but I
have lost a sleeping pillion passenger off the back of a Honda 900... nojoke
Long story short, it'd been a tough week preceding a late night, and early the next morning, a bunch of us were planning on heading off on a road trip for a long weekend. Only a number of bikes got stolen during the night, so the 'road trip' ended up being just me'n my Honda (cos I parked it upstairs!

) with one of the other Adelaide native fella's riding pillion, heading from Sydney to Adelaide across the Hay Plain...

The Hay Plain really deserves more of a description than this, but it's basically a vast expanse of flat land and saltbush that is counted in the top three flattest places on earth... so all the roads out that way are pretty long and straight, and there's not much to see &/or do but endure the 460 odd miles it takes to cross, with only a couple of gas station stops along the way.
Sooo, there I was, punting along, maybe juust squeezing the speed limit a tad, & after a while, I felt the occasional 'clunk' on the back of my helmet from my 'now beginning to doze off' pillion passenger. I did yell back to ask if he wanted a wake-up break, but he assured me he was fine, so I kept on... until all of a sudden, I saw as a flash thru the extreme peripheral vision in the corner of each eye, the quick glimpse of a boot heading skywards as he toppled off the back!! :yikes:
Luckily, he woke up as he fell! He was fully suited & had the presence of mind to keep his arms & legs/feet
up when he hit, flat on his helmet, back, & arse; and ended up sliding for what must've been the longest 200 odd yards of his life down the road. I stopped as quick as I could, popped a 'U-ie' & headed back, fully expecting to see a pretty bloody & messy sight; but apart from the ruined gear & his arse
almost visible thru the now very thin layer left between the great outdoors & his now almost au naturelle & partly cooked skin; and the clearly visible adrenalin coursing thru his body (with some small amount escaping & running down his legs!) he was OK! :shocked:
The back of his helmet was almost ground right thru to the liner, and there wasn't much back or bum left holding his suit together anymore - but if he hadn't been wearing it & didn't have all the built-in back & bum armour in place, then I reckon there would've just been a loooong smear of 'former person juice' left on the tarmac!! :barf:
After that,
NO ONE goes to sleep on the back of
my bike anymore! :lecturef_smilie: