Since I duffed up my hip some years ago in an accident I quiet literally can't get my leg high enough to get onto a proper motorbike (there are directions my leg just wont go - I can't bowl or play squash any more either). Sadly this means I'm currently reduced to riding a Piaggio 250 step-through scooter (hangs head in shame).

My hip's still improving though, so with luck, I'll be back on a proper bike again this summer.

Hey 250 is freaking massive for a scooter though.

I'm riding Fagnaur's mother. She's the town bike!

How is your post conducive to anything other than provoking other people?

i have a Suzuki GSX-R 1000 k7 white and blue. and where still waiting on a the weather out here.

Not anymore... three wrecks, barely survived the last. (Despite having narcolepsy and not knowing it, none of them were my fault.)

Deer tackled me on the Blue Ridge Parkway, then your typical stopped rear end. Last one was a woman in a giant ass Ford truck on I-77 bolting into my lane on top of me, went under the chassis, thank God it was light traffic. (Talking on her mobile of course.)

A year later my brother bought a crotch rocket... I damn near strangled him. (And then in eight months he tore his leg to the bone).

Fuck motorcycles and fuck bad drivers. It's an amazing feeling, but there are plenty better ones that won't kill you so easily.
=( Sorry to be that guy, but with plenty of reason.

yes indeed Geo we should hang all the bad motorcycle drivers.
they give us a bad name

@Geo - you rear ended someone else who was stopped but claim it wasn't your fault? I find that hard to believe. Hitting something that isn't moving is *always* the fault of the person moving. How could it be otherwise?

I used to ride a little Honda Roadster, the predecessor to the Nighthawk. I loved it. But then I got married and started a family and I could not justify risking my life over it.

@YellowJacket:Hey 250 is freaking massive for a scooter though.
I weigh 20 stone (280 lbs) so I need something with a freaking massive engine.

OOOOO, I want to learn how to ride T_T

No. I was rear ended. How is that not obvious?

rear ended eh Geo... *wink wink* he he he

I owned a Honda Spree in 1989...badass ride, that, I tell ya! If It did 10 mph I tell you it could do 27! Get a guy across campus in a flash...mobs of girls with whiplash from snappin' their heads to see who that was....Ahhhh, yes....

"typical stopped rear end" isn't obvious to a non-biker. :-) I didn't know who rear ended who. That must have hurt, though.

Here is an interesting non-two wheeled accident tale... In my years of drivign my Corvette, I only ever had one accident. Some guy pulled up too far at a red light, put his ugly ass truck in reverse and destroyed my front facia even pushing the car backwards a bit. He didn't want to call the cops but I said "uh, no way dude". When the cop got there, he tried to claim I rear-ended him. I showed the cops the skid marks on all four tires moving backwards and the cop cited him not only for the accident but for lying to a police officer. Lucky for him, he didn't damagae my tranny or read end with the push backward, but I made him put four new Goodyear F1s on it as well as the front fascia repairs. He was uninsured, so my insurance company did it and then they sued him. I wonder if he ever paid them back or not?

Oh, and the new tires were because he flatspotted my current ones. and when you go through a set of tires every year at more than a grand per set, yeah, you want them replaced.

I owned 2004 Honda CB400 Super Four Spec III Hyper VTEC for two seasons until 2009 when I have slipped on nothing on the empty road at 100 kmh and broken my shoulder in a very bad way.

Geez guys, you are making me rethink the "scooter for the commute" thing now...

In 2008, more US marines were killed on the motorcycles they bought right after their tour than the number of US marines that were killed in combat.

As a former rider, I know I'm lucky to be alive and there's nothing I could have done to decrease my dependence on that luck. Driving is pretty much the most dangerous thing a person can do. Riding is just asking for it.