My father, who passed a way a few years ago, told me a story that is a classic. His friend bought a small motorcycle and dared my father to try it out. My dad never rode one before, but that never stopped him from doing anything. He jumped on it and drove it a few blocks...until he rounded the a corner in West Paterson NJ and some guy was washing his car at 8 in the morning...with the garden hose pulled tightly across the road because his car was parked on the other side. My dad wiped out the bike, a yard and a fence. Thing is...later that evening they were going to ride it to watch the Hindenburg (sp?) land...we all know what happened next.