Morning all bikes and coffee a great start to a Monday.
I rode as a kid up to when I was 19. I had a heck of a wreck that I walked away from.
I had a Kawasaki 900 a drunk pulled out in front of me I was doing 40.
I hit him broadside and had enough time to push off the foot pegs and go over the car. Ripped the front fork off but I walked away without a scratch.
I tried riding again, but it just wasn't fun anymore.