Join Date: Feb 2016
Location: Minneapolis, MN
When I was 30 years old, I got an '03 R6 brand new. I rode that thing everywhere. I mean, whenever I had a chance, any reason to get on it, I did. 9K miles in the first season alone. My ex-wife got pregnant 3 months after delivery of the bike, so I was thinking I might end up having to sell it, but I was determined to wring out every mile I could. I was out one night with a large pack of bikes (35+) and they decided (at 11PM) they were going to run the freeway around the entire city. Most of them were on litre bikes so I was playing catch up a lot. At one point, we were out in the stix, and I looked down and realized that I was going 165mph registered just trying to keep up. The second I saw that, I sat up (the wind almost tore me off the bike), slowed down, and went home. I wasn't scared for myself. I was thinking about what a single deer could do and how my baby would be without a dad.
I get it. I understand the fear. But at some point you have to realize that shit can happen at any time, for any reason. That's not to say motorcycles aren't dangerous, or that you shouldn't minimize risk whereever possible. But you can't live your life waiting to get killed by something. You do the best you can and hope it all works out in your favor. More often than not, it does. I bought life insurance and I always wear my gear. It's a compromise so that I can do what I want and still make sure my family is taken care of in the event something should happen. Don't take life so seriously. No one gets out alive.
L2 GSXR 600
Oh, so I just twist this an....OOOOH MY GAAAWD!!!