Only three people are known to have executed a triple backflip on a dirt bike, and Archer was the first to do so in competition back in 2022, per the Guardian. You can watch the moment here, which occurred at the Nitro World Games in Brisbane. After the feat, he grabbed a microphone and proposed to his girlfriend.
“This is so much more than a competition and a trick to me,” he said, per People. “I’ve dedicated my whole life for the last three years doing this. … I’ve had a lot of obstacles, a lot of broken bones, a lot of knockouts, but I tell you what, I would do it 100 times over to relive that again.”
Well, he died doing what he loved, the fool.
RIP.
I once did a half front-flip coming off a 20 ft jump. Weight just a tad too far forward. The left handlebar bullhorn end went into my mouth and plowed my face into the ground. Snapped my palette in half like a potato chip, cracked my eye sockets, giant black eyes, spent 10 days in hospital with a concussion. Jaws wired shut, 7 root canals. I was alone when it happened in the middle of nowhere, 3 miles from the park parking lot. Woke up after god knows how long and dragged my carcass out of the woods, flagged down the first car and he drove me to the hospital. Ran into that guy a few months later at a bar and bought him a beer. The incident ended my trail riding career. I was in college at the time, missed a month of class, and oddly enough that semester I got the best grades ever.
I hate spiting shattered teeth out when my jaw is broken.
I stopped riding motorcycles 40yrs ago before I killed myself. Started outboard drag racing, ain’t dead yet.
In hockey, they call it spitting chiclets. It must be an old saying, because I have not seen chiclets in any store for decades.
Rode road bikes, dirt bikes and Harleys since I was 9-years old. I’m 73 and have one left that’s for sale. Quit riding at 70. As Clint Eastwood said, “A man has to know his limitations”.
At least the jab didn’t get him, or perhaps it did.
“I’ve dedicated my whole life for the last three years doing this. …”
I’d say that he wasted it.
That sport has gotten way outta control. I raced amateur back in the days of Roger De Coster. Even podiumed once. Everything they do on a dirt bike these days will kill you if you screw up. Keep your kids and grand kids far away. It’s an easy progression from cow trailing to doing stupid shit.
Wow, ecp. That’s some experience!
Gravity is quite unforgiving.
There is no gravity,
the Earth sucks!
RIP, he died a showman. While many people attend races for a test of man-and-machine there is a strong morbid streak in humans that wants to be there for the “spectacular crash.”
They are not called “Dare Devils” for nothing and sometimes the Devil wins.
“Iconic Triple Backflip”.
Iconic. No, I don’t think so.
I had twenty some fractures in both legs, back and neck fractured, jaw broken, teeth knocked out and right hand had to be reattached. My buddy was on the brink of being picked up by Honda for a factory ride when he shitmixed himself. I know a few other guys who have gotten busted up on motorcycles, they all say the same thing: When you know it’s coming your mind comprehends everything is in slow motion.
They thought I’d be in the hospital for a month and then convalesce for another three. I escaped after eleven days, but not without a fight with my doctor. Rode around in a wheelchair for the better part of a year though. Nothing much I could do about that. Never stay in the hospital any longer than you have to, you can catch shit in there that kills bastards.
He died doing what he lived for. Can’t argue with that. There’s worse ways to die, I know, I’ve seen them.
Everyone dies, whether in pain or at peace.
Not everyone really lives.
RIP motorcycle dude. Hope you made some provision for your new widow before you went.
https://youtu.be/ReBv3ihorGE?si=LfheYtWMA9-Rk_7U
RIP
Practice makes perfect. Sometimes, anyway.
Bet he doesn’t try THAT again.