by promethean75 » Tue Dec 22, 2020 7:04 am
ah yes, memories of a man's first motorcycle. it was a Kawasaki I wanna say. the small soft tail harley look alike, burgundy, something like a 400. does that sound right? I don't remember the make. I was living in muncie Indiana beside ball state university (david Letterman), and I knew a sketchy nam vet who bought big weight in weed (I had nothing to do with that) and always had some kind of hustle going. he had the bike with waaaaay expired Florida tags on it... and offered me such a low price because it had no paper work and no history. cant remember how he put it, but it wasn't stolen, I know that.
I'm driving it without a license (never got one) and with the expired tags on it. one night I'm on my way to meet a girl, 20, who was gonna sneak out of the house. well it never happened. I got to the end of the driveway but she never showed.
a minute down the road blue lights go on behind me. without thinking I twisted it and zipped off into an unknown neighbor and tried to lose him in the turns. this lasted about fifteen seconds and then I hit a dead end. it came up so fast i wasn't able to try and turn around. dude was right on my back wheel the whole time. and I'll tell you it's scary as shit to hear a patrol car behind you gunning the engine. you know he's about to hit you any second.
I slowed as fast as a could and just jumped off, trying to lay it down as I did so it wouldnt crash. I ended up getting away but I had to make may way back ninja style on foot because I saw search cars in the area.
the next day I called Gary and told him what happened. incidentally he had just found the paper work for the bike at that same time. so he calls the police, reports the bike stolen, goes and gets it, then gives it back to me the next day. they showed him the dash video of the chase and he was like nope, I dunno who that is. lol.
I ended selling it for $650 and bought a 21 speed GT. people I was living with were driving to NC to visit relatives, so they towed me and the bike. I got dropped off in wilkesboro and rode my bike up 421 to Boone. for three weeks I could barely walk because my leg muscles were all fucked up. like a dumbass I thought I could just hop on a mountain bike and ride seventy miles up a mountain without any training.
and that, my friend, is the end of my story.
for now.....