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 drunken 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 "mother 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 blood 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 brother 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 "mother 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 blood 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 brother 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.
