05-14-2014, 10:21 AM
Biggest fear is trying to go fast on a motorcycle. I never got to the point where I really trusted my skills or the machine on track. It was always guaranteed terrifying some small part of the time. Then I got on a 600 one time and was like, angry scared. Then I tried a hare scramble. 100 terrifying, tree-involved, painful and exhausting events connected together with moments of perceived competence. :oops:
Scariest moment behind the wheel was not a real crash (of which I've had a handful), because it's a few seconds max of adrenaline trying to drive my way out, and then it's over before I can be "scared". Or on a bike it's over before I even know something is wrong! :lol:
It would be the time I VERY lightly rear ended this POS Camaro with our POS Accord out at Valley View Mall. She rolled out from a green light, I guess she didn't like me right behind her at like 10 MPH-- I remember seeing her glance in her mirror and then slam on the brakes. I didn't get it stopped quite in time. I started to get out to check it out, but she got out all crackhead crazy, ran over and started banging on my window, banging on the hood GET OUT OF THE CAR ARRRRGHHH, screaming at us, Jess in the passenger's seat is like OH NO YOU DON'T BIATCH and started to open her door. I pulled her back, threw it in reverse... that's when crazy realized her plan was foiled, and I got the hell out of there.
Hit and run, yup, that's me! Heck if I was going to deal with her or let her bite off Jess' ear over a broken license plate frame or claimed injuries. :dunno:
Scariest moment behind the wheel was not a real crash (of which I've had a handful), because it's a few seconds max of adrenaline trying to drive my way out, and then it's over before I can be "scared". Or on a bike it's over before I even know something is wrong! :lol:
It would be the time I VERY lightly rear ended this POS Camaro with our POS Accord out at Valley View Mall. She rolled out from a green light, I guess she didn't like me right behind her at like 10 MPH-- I remember seeing her glance in her mirror and then slam on the brakes. I didn't get it stopped quite in time. I started to get out to check it out, but she got out all crackhead crazy, ran over and started banging on my window, banging on the hood GET OUT OF THE CAR ARRRRGHHH, screaming at us, Jess in the passenger's seat is like OH NO YOU DON'T BIATCH and started to open her door. I pulled her back, threw it in reverse... that's when crazy realized her plan was foiled, and I got the hell out of there.
Hit and run, yup, that's me! Heck if I was going to deal with her or let her bite off Jess' ear over a broken license plate frame or claimed injuries. :dunno:
The only thing that stops a bad guy with a van is a good guy with a van