[GH85Carrera]

Back when I was 15 and did not yet have a driver's license I went with a buddy to ride dirt bikes. I was a beginner rider and I scared the hell out of myself a couple of times. Then I saw my buddy crash and I saw him tossed into the air like a rag doll. He was just cut up and bruised. I have not ridden a motorcycle since.

The same buddy was really into his motorcycles. Shortly after he turned 21 he bought a nice road bike. He was a super careful rider and was always looking for danger. He was at a red light and when it turned to green he knew not to launch out into the intersection. The car in the near lane came to a stop and the car next to him drove on through the intersection. Just as my friend entered the intersection a car ran the light but the car was hidden behind the stopped car.

My friend's leg was broken in dozens of places and his knee was smashed. He still walks with a major limp.

Also when I was 15 and riding the school bus to school one of my other neighborhood friends always wanted a motorcycle. He finally got his "freedom" as he called it that year. One day on the way to school he was in front of the school bus when he tried to make a turn across the highway. He hit gravel and slid right under a 18 wheeler. He was the first person I ever knew that died. It was the first funeral I ever went to.