while we are talking on stories. my friend died on the Emily memorial ride. we decided to take a nice ride through the mountains on the way back. stopped for lunch and he complained about a wobble on his Harley. the spokes were loose and he had to be the tough guy. "trailers are for pussies"
we made it one mile from where we ate when he lost control at 40 mph went off the road into a barbwire fence. we lost a good friend that day because we didn't challenge his stubborn ass.
everything with riding is choices. make good ones and you will certainly go home to see your family and friends. make bad ones and you will certainly find pain for yourself and those who care about you.