On 4 Feb 2004 05:09:48 -0800, jim rozen
wrote:

In article , Backlash says...

Whenever any of my young helpers through the years has asked me about riding
motorcycles, I take them out to the loading dock, get them to look down at
the asphalt parking lot, and tell them to see whether they like riding a
bike, they must duct tape their hands behind their back and dive off
face-first onto the asphalt. If they like it, they are biker material.

If they are smart enough to don a full-face helmet,
a riding suit, boots, and gloves before doing so,
they might just survive the plunge. Your test is
pretty good at evaluting the impact damage that happens
when you stop, but better would be to drive along
with them the car, and ask them to climb out the window
and jump onto the asphalt while moving at about 50
mph or so. Hands need not be duct taped.

Jim

Got to find a place to jump in here. No wonder I was never allowed to
have a motorcycle. I've heard of lots of friends with stories and
wondered why they would like being hurt all the time. My wife will not
let me have one just like my family did. My bro. has one of those lean
over HD that goes almost 200mph. and he doesn't like things I do. I
use to live next to a big time rice grinder road bike builder and
heard lots of bad things also. This guy looked like t-nut , it just
hit me when years ago his wife put up a picture of him and it rang a
bell. Personally I'll leave the high speeds to airplanes and cars.

The only bad run in with a bike for me was a time I was coming back
from the lake and a couple had a dead bike out in like 125F super dry
heat. I stopped to give them a ride into town and the dude wouldn't
leave his bike so I said lets put it in the truck. We at some point
are loading the bike and the guy lets his side go and the very hot
exhaust pipe burned into my bare leg before I let the bike go. I
started screaming at the guy why the %#%^& he let it go without
telling me. And he comes back with a whimpy "it was heeaavvyy..."
AH DA STUPID I says. I should have just heaved his bike off the truck
and left them there. It took years for that to fade away and every
time I looked at the 4" burn mark across my thigh I would hear him.