About a month ago I saw a Katana 600 screaming like a bat out of hell through a residential area. At every stop sign he'd gun it hard trying to make that little Katana scream like a sport bike. He was zipping in and out of traffic. I followed him until he made it home where I turned on my overhead lights and jumped out. He took his helmet off and it was the brother of one of my fellow officers. I chewed his ass and explained that the only reason he wasn't going to jail was because I knew and respected his brother. I told him if he kept riding like that he was going to kill himself.
I then told his brother that he needed to have a sit-down with him because he was going to kill himself riding like that.
Yesterday he was zipping in and out of traffic somewhere around Dallas and dropped it. It sounds like he would have made it if it weren't for the two cars behind him that treated him like a speed bump. I understand when my fellow officer went in to identify his brother, he couldn't do it. He said his brother didn't even look like a human being.
The point of the story is that if someone says you're going to kill yourself riding the way you do, you probably are.
I then told his brother that he needed to have a sit-down with him because he was going to kill himself riding like that.
Yesterday he was zipping in and out of traffic somewhere around Dallas and dropped it. It sounds like he would have made it if it weren't for the two cars behind him that treated him like a speed bump. I understand when my fellow officer went in to identify his brother, he couldn't do it. He said his brother didn't even look like a human being.
The point of the story is that if someone says you're going to kill yourself riding the way you do, you probably are.
Prayers to your fellow officer and his family.
