Folks, it's clickbait. One of those dumbass "stories" that require you to click 11 pages and be fed 11 sets of adverts.
I miss pack rides on sports machines as a dumb kid, only they were never rides, they always became/become Darwinian pack races ... if you did not finish, you did not finish and were left behind. Pretty much someone would run out of road and crash most times. I can remember some guy ending up in tears and the rest of us sniggering behind his back. Back then, I thought it was what you bought a motorcycle for.
Nails (and other hardware failures, e.g. capacitors, coils, chains etc, I remember my rear brake anchor falling off one time, someone front caliper coming off at 70mph) happen, but only once you reach the most inconvenient location at the most ungodly hour. After shops have shut.
I did not click ... did they mention "hit by a bird, animal or insect?". Deer are coming in some states, a friend came home with a pheasant once. Worst I had was an angry wasp going up the sleeve of my leathers above the speed limit on a twisty road which was fun. For him at least.
Or someone getting killed?
Ah, the good old daze.