Reminds me of my old neighbor.I sold him a previous race bike I had put back on the street. He wanted to go to the mts. wearing blue jeans,and his favorite Metallica t-shirt. I must have stopped 10 times and told this crazy pot head bastard to take it slow and easy when we got to the mts. He ensured me he knew how to ride,even got offended. 3 corners up the mtn,and he was no longer behind me.I turned around,and found his dumb-ass in the side of the mtn/ditch. He had a nice tattoo from the bolt on the upper triple tree in his chest,but mostly ok. I hurried back home, got my truck and trailer,and came back to find a Harley Christian group with him,praying for him on the side of the road. He was pissed!! I asked him.." Willy,was the shortest straw pulled for you today?" He gave me a big old f-you