I was taking my oldest son to his baseball game. Saw a motorcycle and said, "I hope you don't want to ride one of those."
Then I started laughing because I am such a hypocrite. The very first bike I rode was the second fastest accelerating in the world at the time, I think. It was a V65 Magna. Only the Yamaha VMax was faster. It was 1986, I think. I had never even been on a mini-bike. A guy was trying to sell it to me. He tells me how to work the throttle, clutch, brakes, and gear shift and off I go! Full throttle through the first three gears and well up over 100 mph. Hit a bump in the road and the front wheel started bouncing back and forth. Made it through that. Hit in first gear and lit the tire up, got sideways, left the bike, and slid down the street at 40 mph or so. Tore my jeans and skin off. Just got back on and road it back to the shop with some damage on it. I didn't buy it.
I just thought of that and I couldn't stop laughing for about half an hour.
I am still laughing,
paulie