I was a freaking idiot on my motorcycle. I scared myself after 2 years of owning my first bike, a 600. I rode the hell out of it. Put on 15,000 miles in a summer and a half. The second year I had it I started riding with the crazy group of guys and every Friday/Saturday night it was a blur of 20-50 sportbikes flying! Late in the year a riding buddy crashed and killed himself. Of the 10 guys I knew best from our group, 5 of them dumped through the year, then 1 died. Luckily I decided to stay home that night or I would have seen it.

So then last year I got an R1. A bigger faster bike. I vowed not to ride with the same group of idiots, but quickly said screw that and was terrorizing the roads again, but this time I had my GF on the back. It is hard to keep up with a group of 20 speeding bikes when you're the only one with a passenger... but for the most part I did, but too many close calls later I sold it...