So I get a call last night from my brother back in MS. He tells me that he has seen my videos on youtube and got on a ZX10R. He is 21 and crazy as hell. He also has an 8th grade education(thats the nicest way i could put it). Stays in trouble with the law too.
So he starts going into his story about the first time he has rode a motorcycle... I have to stop him in mid sentence "before you go into this story tell me what gear you had" his response was "sheet i was wearing shorts, helmet, and flip-flops. no shirt and i had the visor up so everyone can see my face". he was laughing at this point but completely serious. I asked him if he remembered what happened to me when i had my wreck(no gear)? His only response is that if he is going to die, "I want to die doing something fun as hell" oddly enough, I had to remind him that I did not die.....
So going into the story he tells me that he does all the noob things like stalling the motor trying to take off, shifting into neutral instead of 2nd, you know..... so he then tells me that he gets comfy on the thing (as soon as he can go from a dead stop and not stall(about 15 mins into the first ride of his life). He says he gets it into 3rd and pins the throttle.. slows down at 130... mid day traffic, no gear, never been on a bike before. my only response was "Dear God please don't make me bury my own brother". he chuckled.
Oh yeah, he asked me why cant bikes stop as good as cars... come to find out he only used the back brake because "I didnt want to flip over the handlebars".
I start chewing his ass left and right. tell him everything he did wrong and then tried to educate him as best i could over the phone. In one ear and out the other. then tells me that he sees all the fun im having and wanted to feel that.
lease:
So he starts going into his story about the first time he has rode a motorcycle... I have to stop him in mid sentence "before you go into this story tell me what gear you had" his response was "sheet i was wearing shorts, helmet, and flip-flops. no shirt and i had the visor up so everyone can see my face". he was laughing at this point but completely serious. I asked him if he remembered what happened to me when i had my wreck(no gear)? His only response is that if he is going to die, "I want to die doing something fun as hell" oddly enough, I had to remind him that I did not die.....
So going into the story he tells me that he does all the noob things like stalling the motor trying to take off, shifting into neutral instead of 2nd, you know..... so he then tells me that he gets comfy on the thing (as soon as he can go from a dead stop and not stall(about 15 mins into the first ride of his life). He says he gets it into 3rd and pins the throttle.. slows down at 130... mid day traffic, no gear, never been on a bike before. my only response was "Dear God please don't make me bury my own brother". he chuckled.
Oh yeah, he asked me why cant bikes stop as good as cars... come to find out he only used the back brake because "I didnt want to flip over the handlebars".
I start chewing his ass left and right. tell him everything he did wrong and then tried to educate him as best i could over the phone. In one ear and out the other. then tells me that he sees all the fun im having and wanted to feel that.
lease:
but repeating your self and going one ear and the other is like 
I hope all goes well and he smart's up . 
