My scary bike story:
My younger brother upgraded his crotch rocket a few years back. We had gotten together on a holiday weekend and the subject got around to me riding his bike. I had limited bike experience but I AM the older bro so I should be able to do it.
I think it was a Yamaha 750 something. (I don't remember and he has had several more bikes after.) I am not scared of speed and have driven at speeds up to 150MPH on an open road and 130 MPH in the quarter mile, both times in cars.
I hop on and take off up the street, nice and easy. On my way back, I figure he wants to hear the exhaust rev so I hold 1st for a bit and then hammer it just before where he is standing and pop 2nd. BIIIIIIG mistake at full throttle!!!!!
The front end comes up and I about poopeth my pants. I didn't crash but sure thought I was going to. I got it turned around, rode back to him and said "Don't EVER let me ride a crotch rocket again".
Oh yeah.
Vinnie,
Rod Stewart called. He wants his 80's hair back!!!!!!!!
j/k I could never get the "shag/punk shape with mine.
