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7/4/13

When I was a few years out of high school, I purchased a motorcycle.  I had never really had a great interest in motorcycles prior to that point, but my two roommates at the time both went out and bought bikes.  I watched them enjoy the motorcycles for a few months, and then decided I needed to get one too.  I took some time to find one, I am somewhat tall, and so I didn’t want a bike that was too small.  I ended up getting a Suzuki Katana 750.  It was a sports bike or “crotch rocket”, solid black, used but only with a few thousand miles.  The very first night I had it I got into a minor wreck with it.  I didn’t really understand how to turn on the motorcycle, and from a dead stop a T intersection, I ended up driving into a ditch and dumping the bike.  This was a pretty scary moment, being that I had just purchased the bike.  I walked away without any injuries, and the bike was mostly fine.  A week or so after the accident, a friend’s dad took me to a parking lot and helped me learn the fundamentals of how to ride the bike.  I spent some time just riding in the neighborhood, and eventually ventured out onto the main roads.  I really enjoyed riding the bike.  It really does feel like you are riding a missile.  I rode the bike for a couple of years, anytime I could take the bike somewhere I did.  I had a couple of close calls, inches away from accidents that would have severely injured or killed me.  I decided that I wasn’t going to take risks on the bike anymore.  After a few more months, I stopped riding for the weather.  The next season, I decided to sell the bike, and did so promptly.  I will always fondly remember the time I had with the bike, but I don’t know if I would get one again or not.