Wild Motorcycle Tales Here's a great story from edeee2. Got your own story? Send it to me. Biker for a Day A couple of weeks after Christmas, my friend, Brad, called me and insisted on me coming to see what his wife, son, and daughter got him for Christmas. Brad and I have been friends for many years. In summer if I stopped by he would have to come out and admire my bike, sit on it and then tell me how someday he hoped to get one for himself. I went to Brad's to see his Christmas present. We had a couple of rums and visited. Finally we went into his garage and sitting in the garage was a motorcycle. It was a combo street and trail bike -- brand new, shiny, pretty, no dirt or dust. To me, the bike looked like a monster bike (seat very high). Brad got on it and started it up. He had a shit eatin' grin from ear to ear. I don't think there was anyone happier than Brad on this day. Everyone has heard "Hey ya'll, watch this." In Brad's case it was "Wanna see me ride it?" He never waited on an answer. To my knowledge, Brad had never ridden a motorcycle until he got this one. As he took off, he about stalled it. In with the clutch and more throttle. The front wheel only came up about 3-4 inches or so, no problem. Down the road he went. He turned around and came back past me with that shit eatin' grin. Turned around again and rode back and into the garage. Brad sat on the bike in the garage (my guess) with the motor still running. He thought it was in neutral. He let out the clutch and it jumped. In with the clutch, but why he gave it more throttle I will never know. Clutch comes out. The bike stands upright like a flag pole. Somehow Brad landed on his feet, both hands still on the handlebars. The motor was still running and the bike did two spirals on its rear wheel while standing tall. Brad loses it and the bike comes down with the handlebars through the windshield of his wife's Vette. Motor still running and back wheel is spinning. Brad opens the car door and reaches in and shuts off the motorcycle. Wifey hears the commotion and enters the garage. Like a true loving wife should, she asks, "Are you hurt?" He answers, "No." Then and only then, the proverbial shit hits the fan! Now this is my chance. I go out the garage door, get in my car and leave. It has only been about two weeks. I hope Brad is still alive, not sure as I am afraid to call. Brad was a biker for a short time and I'm sure he loved it.
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