He sat down on the bike and revved it a few times, popped his foot engaging the gear unexpectedly. He stood the bike on it’s end and held on for dear life. Crossed over the road went down into the ditch and got thrown through a barbed wire fence. Luckily all the damage he received from this (physical, not pride) was two slashes in his jacket across the back and across the belly.

After he got back up on his feet. He lugged that bike back up on the road, climbed on again with determination and took off down the road. When he got back to his friend’s the friend noted that he had ridden it pretty hard. The bike had a speedometer on it that showed the highest speed reached, somwhere around 120….

(My appologies if any of what I wrote seems inaccurate, I have not heard my dad tell this story in many years. But you get the general idea.)

Apparently, the Marines have had more fatalities in the past year from motorcycles than Iraq fighting.

http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/10/30/marine.motorcycles/index.html

Should be some interesting discussion there.

If you don’t know, approx. 70 percent of a motorcycle’s stopping power comes from the front brake. Most of the time you can safely ignore the rear brake unless you are doing an emergency quick stop.

I love my bike – a 2001 Triumph Speed Triple. We’ve been up, down and sideways, in sun hot enough to make the levers burn through gloves, in rain so hard I had a bow-wave, in Snow, Sleet, Fog and I’ve been scared spitless a number of times. And we’ll be together until one of us dies.