Version told to Wife: Why..... gingerly twisting the throttle on a Sunday stroll through the park. Barely doing the speed limit so as not to disturb the other familys out enjoying the evening sun. All while smelling the fresh scent of a recent rain.....
Translation (Man speak): Came around the corner and saw a long wide open path of pavement! Before Houdini could escape from a pair of handcuffs I was banging out of 1st into 2nd! Wind blowing wildly over my head as I rapidly approached the bikes red line. Dit, dit, dit, to late, dayum hit the rev limiter. Oh well back off the high rev's for just a second! BOOOOOOM! What the heck was that? Bike dies and coast several hundred feet before coming to a rest along side the desolate road.
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