Jerry was a tool and die machinist his whole life, he liked things to be perfect. His world was very black and white, it was either right, or it was wrong.
He had an eclectic taste in motorcycles and machines. Anything from the big 4, Harley, and Indian. I think he has 15-20 bikes, most run, but some are projects. He grew up drag racing at the local drag strip, and he took me with when I was ten. He was racing a Honda 750-4, and was running low 10's in the 1/4. After going to the track, I was hooked.
Last fall he picked up this bike for me, and said turn it into a drag bike, because he knew I was about at the limits of my supermoto.
This and his Ducati where his favorite bike. He bought this new and put on almost 30k miles.
I did all those same things on my KTM supermoto every time I rode it and it's definitely fun as fuck but the fun to premature death calculations were getting stupidly out of whack so I ditched it in favor of living. I don't have enough self control even at 50 to own another bike like that.
I had a sport bike, sold it because I knew I would kill myself. Bought a V-rod basket case, tuned it and did some bolt ons, and had 140 RWHP. Hit 140 on that and decided to sell it, that was sketch. Bought a big Victory, hated getting the 800 lb bike in and out of the shop. Finally got the SM because it is slow. Turns out it'll still do 120, and get there quick. Wheelies are too easy and too much fun. I think I am retarded, I try to convince myself that I will take it easy and just go for a cruise..... The tires get warmed up, helmet visor goes down, and the brain shuts off. I have no self control. But it makes me feel alive, and he felt the same way. Shit sucks for sure, but at least he didn't spend 5 years battling cancer, draining any funds he had saved, to die miserable in a hospital.
Thanks for all the kind words guys.