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Uncle got killed on his motorcycle, help me come up with a funny sticker.

I hope you don't think I think his death is funny. We chatted on sunday morning, we both left for a ride (we are 300 miles apart) and only one of us made it home. My bike was still outside cooling off when I got the call. He was out for a cruise, and I was ripping my supermoto like a fucking asshole. I drive a shit box pontiac with no passing power, so when I get on my bike, I let it eat. Just based on how we rode, I should have been the one dead. 3rd gear power wheelies to 80mph, blasting around the country at speeds over 110, just generally being an asshole on the bike. It was a blast. It hit me like a mack truck when I learned about his death. He was one of the main reasons I got into riding.

I know him, and I know the group he hung around. They are going to appreciate a little dark humour. It is a dark enough time for them, a little laughter won't hurt anyone.
Not at all man, you handle it how you want to. Your uncle deserves your relationship to stay in tact whatever it was.
 
He was out for a cruise, and I was ripping my supermoto like a fucking asshole. I drive a shit box pontiac with no passing power, so when I get on my bike, I let it eat. Just based on how we rode, I should have been the one dead. 3rd gear power wheelies to 80mph, blasting around the country at speeds over 110, just generally being an asshole on the bike. It was a blast.

Sorry for your loss man, that really sucks. :frown:


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 wack so I ditched it in favor of living. I don't have enough self control even at 50 to own another bike like that. :laughing:

But at the same time if shit did hit the fan, like in your uncles case, I feel a SM bike is much more manuverable than a street bike and gives you alot more outs being a dirt bike.
 
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.

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This and his Ducati where his favorite bike. He bought this new and put on almost 30k miles.

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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. :laughing:
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.
 
My uncle (race car guy up in New England) has the exact same 1986 VF1000r that he bought new as well. I thought it was the coolest street bike ever made growing up around it. :smokin:

I rode dirt bikes all my life but have only ever ridden exactly 2 street bikes. My KTM and my friends brand new at the time 97 GSXR 750. He let me borrow it for a day and after a 20min ride with most of it at or over 140mph I quickly returned it and never sat on another one again. Same as you I bought my KTM thinking it's slow so it's going to be fine...... Apparently I'm retarded too. :laughing:
 
My uncle (race car guy up in New England) has the exact same 1986 VF1000r that he bought new as well. I thought it was the coolest street bike ever made growing up around it. :smokin:

I rode dirt bikes all my life but have only ever ridden exactly 2 street bikes. My KTM and my friends brand new at the time 97 GSXR 750. He let me borrow it for a day and after a 20min ride with most of it at or over 140mph I quickly returned it and never sat on another one again. Same as you I bought my KTM thinking it's slow so it's going to be fine...... Apparently I'm retarded too. :laughing:
I don't know what it is about tossing on a helmet, swinging a leg over the seat, and going for a ride. But to me, it is special. Knowing you have thousands of tiny explosions happening between your legs as the speedo hits three digits is so damn fun. The last ride I went on I found myself in farm country, and the beans are down already. You can see forever, no deer, no cars, just fuckin pin it. 8400 rpm in 6th was 121 on the speedo, and it stayed that way until I had to let off. Maybe after this situation with my uncle, I will be a little more apprehensive about riding like that, I doubt it, but I hope so.

:beer: To the two wheel retards.
 
Riding fast through the woods down narrow trails really gets your adrenaline flowing and as an added bonus rocks and trees usually don't pull out in front of you. But at my age crashing hurts and it takes longer to heal so i stick to cages and seat belts.

Wait until that Jeep is finished and see how retarded you get with a helmet and belts on and a cage around you. That shit gives you invincible man feelings...:lmao:
 
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Sorry for your loss man, he sounds like a solid dude. Same thing happened to me 25 years ago however all It did was break my back causing spinal cord damage. ( I know right?)
My entry " watch where your going, you never know who's uncle you might kill"
Peace
 
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