Tried to do a burn out at age 18 on my Kawasaki. I didn't lean into it enough and the bike came up. I had a choice: Romance with a Cadillac or kiss the pavement. The pavement won. I was accessorized by road rash for a couple of weeks and a nice, swollen knee.
Living in L.A., however, I can't tell you how many close calls I have on a daily basis. Chick/ guy on cell phone or blue hair without a clue seem to have some type of radar or something pointed in my direction.