"Nice stoppie. How's your neck?"
That's what I would have said to the guy if he hadn't bolted after his crash.
I'm out on my CBR, riding down Foothill Drive today. Two lanes each way, a light every mile or two, and there's a fair amount of traffic. I see a guy way up ahead of me and he's doing something goofy. It looks like he's riding a scooter, but standing up on it.
So, I slice up the traffic to get a closer look. He's actually on a sportbike and he's standing up so he can see over the windscreen because he's doing a wheelie. :eek:
He's pretty good. He's got the standing wheelie going just slightly faster than the flow of traffic, and he's got room in front and behind him. The light in front of him turns red, so I gas it a bit to get up next to him at the light so I can give him some kind of "Nice action brah!"
He puts the wheelie down nice and smooth, switches into the left-hand only lane and busts out a stoppie about 20 feet from the intersection. Naturally, I was thinking ":yourock:!"
Until he flipped right the fuck over the front onto his fat stupid head!
I bust over into that lane to try to shield him from traffic while he's down, but he jumps right up. He picks up his bike, ignores the hanging body panel and busted-off frame slider and pushes his motorcycles across incoming traffic, onto the sidewalk where he hops back on the bike and coasts down the hill.
I wonder if the purple faux-fur covering his gas tank protected it in the crash?
