Last year I was set on getting myself a bike. I did countless hours of research on the net looking and went to lots of shop looking and sitting on them before deciding on what I wanted to buy.
I had settled on a 00-04 Honda CBRFi4 in either red/black or silver/black.
I wasn't going to take anything else. I went and looked at a few private sellers but couldn't find the one that my heart said to get.
THEN, on Christmas day I went to the in-laws house for dinner. On my way back home I'm driving down the interstate and traffic getting backed up on the other side of the road. I was getting off the next exit anyway so I got in far right lane and started slowing down. I looked over and way horrified at what I saw. A bike was lodged into the ground and leaning against the guard rail. A few hundred feet down the road was the body of the rider with a white sheet over with only the feet sticking straight up. That shook me up VERY badly. I pulled off the road and called the wife to tell her about it. At that moment I realized that the reason I hadn't found the bike I wanted was because I wasn't supposed to have one.
Funny thing about it is since that day, I haven't had the urge or itch to even look at them anymore.
I just kept thinking that somebody just lost their life either because they did something wrong or somebody else did and they paid the highest price for it. Now on Christmas day that persons family is going to get some tragic news. I just couldn't deal with the thought of my family having to go thru something like that just because I wanted another toy.:frown: