my .02 on bikes
me and my buddy were each gonna buy a 600 (im 5' 11" and 150 lbs) he is about the same maybe bigger
he bought his...i obviously didnt because my Dad was smart (he rode bikes like the one above his whole life, almost died everytime he got on, broken arms...legs and worse) my Dad smartly said that i couldnt buy the bike (what a relief)
a week after my friend buys his bike, he is pronounced dead at the scene
apparently he hit a deer doing 95 MPH...they only knew that because there was deer hair, parts, and blood all over...the speedometer on the bike was stuck at 95
the speedometer and surrounding areas on the bike were the only parts of the bike found in a big peice, there were 6 teeth lodged in the area around that...
other than those 6 teeth, no remains of my friend were found.
i cant even explain how happy i am that i didnt buy that bike, when i heard the news at school the next day..i didnt even know what to say
everyday i drive by where my best friend died, and it makes me feel so ****ty...i shouldve been with him that night, i shouldve died right behind him
i thank God everyday that i have my Dad
