OldMan
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when i was 18 i took a passenger out on a group get together up in the mountains, we stayed past dark, started drinking and rode home drunk in the dark on twistie mountain roads, without helmets or gear. I went off the road, hit a large rock, we both left our seats by about 2 feet, landed back on the bike, kept it upright, and continued home. the next morning i saw my front wheel was split down the middle. I rode the bike like that for the next several months then traded it (1980 something GS450) for a 1960 something dodge van, which i crashed after the breaks went out.
nearly 30 years later I'm still riding.
Moral of the story: $hit happens and when it's your time you go, until then, don't wish you had done something, just do it.
nearly 30 years later I'm still riding.
Moral of the story: $hit happens and when it's your time you go, until then, don't wish you had done something, just do it.