Even though I hear all the time that I, "look like a biker", I don't ride because it is inherently dangerous. All the guys I know that ride say that it's not a matter of IF, but WHEN you go down. Maybe that makes me a pussy but I value not dying or being maimed in a crash that's apparently inevitable. One of my bro-in-laws hit a fucking deer one night on his chopper and almost lost a leg. Took him over a year of rehab to walk and he's still not 100%, and that was probably ten years ago. You got more sac than I do.
It's true, there are 2 kinds of bikers, those that have wrecked, and those that will. I've walked away from 2, and I don't ask why, because if it wasn't my time, why question whatever, or whomever controls that. The first one was when I first started riding, and can be chalked up to ******* stupidity, and was solely MY FAULT. I tried to smoke the tire at a stop light, and spun around, and slammed into the pavement. Fucked up my knee, and put a knot on my melon. I still to this day, 25 years later do not know how to do a burn out on a bike. The second was about 4 years ago, when a little 16 year old girl, that had her license for 3 weeks, and a sweet 16 present made a left turn in front of me.......
I hit her car doing about 20mph. It was a 35 zone, and the car in front of me was turnng right, so I slowed down, they turned, I hit the throttle, and there she was. I yelled "****** fucker", grabbed the front brake, and hand grips as hard as I could. I hit the car, and was holding on so tight, I swung around like they were monkey bars. I remember seeing sky, then tree, then sky, then I hit her car, upside down.
I did the windshield with my shoulders and back, and the roof with my ass and legs...the top of my head got scraped up on her wipers, or hood I guess. I rolled off onto the pavement, and got up, looked at her and yelled, "you better have insurance". She was balling, and freaking out. I walked and picked up my phone, and told her, "it better be good insurance". The cops and EMT's came, my ***** pressure was like 260 over 180, but they took it again when I calmed down a little. I was about an hour and a half from home, so I didn't go to the hospital, they checked me out, and the cop dropped me at a bar. My ******* in law came and picked me up. I went to the hospital around the corner from me the next morning to get a cat scan. I'm still in the saddle, and hopefully I always will be. I don't think your concern is a lack of balls, I think its a concern for your well being. Maybe you know you would get stupid, so you cut out the troublesome area. I want to get a bigger bike...like an Electraglide, but keep the Softail, and put a 113" top end on it, and cam the fuck out of it, so it's just scarey enough to ride, that no one will ask if they can ride it.
I hit her car doing about 20mph. It was a 35 zone, and the car in front of me was turnng right, so I slowed down, they turned, I hit the throttle, and there she was. I yelled "****** fucker", grabbed the front brake, and hand grips as hard as I could. I hit the car, and was holding on so tight, I swung around like they were monkey bars. I remember seeing sky, then tree, then sky, then I hit her car, upside down.
I did the windshield with my shoulders and back, and the roof with my ass and legs...the top of my head got scraped up on her wipers, or hood I guess. I rolled off onto the pavement, and got up, looked at her and yelled, "you better have insurance". She was balling, and freaking out. I walked and picked up my phone, and told her, "it better be good insurance". The cops and EMT's came, my ***** pressure was like 260 over 180, but they took it again when I calmed down a little. I was about an hour and a half from home, so I didn't go to the hospital, they checked me out, and the cop dropped me at a bar. My ******* in law came and picked me up. I went to the hospital around the corner from me the next morning to get a cat scan. I'm still in the saddle, and hopefully I always will be. I don't think your concern is a lack of balls, I think its a concern for your well being. Maybe you know you would get stupid, so you cut out the troublesome area. I want to get a bigger bike...like an Electraglide, but keep the Softail, and put a 113" top end on it, and cam the fuck out of it, so it's just scarey enough to ride, that no one will ask if they can ride it.
One cache I found in San Diego was a full size rubber Rattler with the pill bottle cache up his back side. If you ever get to California the are some great mystery/adventure type ? caches. In SD there's a night timed multi based of Stargate. Three Indy Jones multi that have you crawling through culverts to the ocean then finding the right cave to explore at low tide only.
