Speaking of motorcycles...
I too am a fan of the much hated "crotchrocket". My friend stopped by my house wanting to go do some riding. He wanted to stop by his place first and grab something before heading into town. His place was just a few miles from mine so I just jumped on the 150HP 375lb machine and we blasted off to his place, my $500 top of the line helmet hanging on the side. I was in front traveling down a small backroad running about 60MPH. I crested a hill, expecting it to continue straight but to my surprise mad a 90 deg left turn. My footpeg drug partway through the apex at which point the tires broke free from the tar and chip road. The bike busted through some railroad ties blocking a drive and clearing a path for me. The left side of the bike was scattered. After making sure I was OK my friend went and got his truck and we quickly loaded the bike into his truck to avoid having to fill out a police report. On the ride to his house I noticed that most of my skin on my forearms looked like someone took a belt sander to them. My pants were torn and blood was slowly oozing. We got to his house and I asked him for some antiseptic. He carried in a can and said hold out your arms. I complied and he sprayed Solarcaine down both arms. It might has well have been tabasco. I now have scars on both arms that remind me how lucky I was that it was my arms and not my face and head.
