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Mason
I need a mature response.
im looking in to getting my motorcycle license. with that would would be a good lasting easy to ride started crotch rocket? im looking for something not to terribly big but good enough to be a show off (kinda arrogant but yeah) i did some looking into the ninja line and the 300 seems ok but i want some input from experienced riders and what best helped them start riding.
im not looking near futur so dont worry about prices i really dont need to know that just a couple suggestions on how i should a start and what bike to get.
thanks for all the mature aduts who answer and to the little kids who think thier funny just dont post u are annoying.
Thank you bob i never though of that. ill look into the lincess system and also into that bike for off road practice and on lonly roads, any other suggestions about actuly driving with a good bike?
Answer
If your getting it to show off just stop where your at, and dont look any further. Your gonna kill yourself if you try and show off. A Ninja 300 is fun but you will get bored of it in a month or 2 guaranteed.
If you take the motorcycle safety course and pass, then i would suggest getting a Ninja zx6r. I have a 2005 Ninja zx6r (636) and i love it. For a First bike i suggest either a 500 or 600 (if you pass the safety course) Never EVER start on a 1000, unless you want to be in a casket. Riding isnt a joke, ive been riding for 6 months and ive had 15 close calls, 2 where my fault (guess why, because i was trying to show off) and the others where all other drivers fault, and 6 or 7 of those times i would have ended up dead if i didnt have the proper skills(that you learn in the course). Now which ever advice you try and take, make sure you take this down. when you do get a bike, which ever it is. DONT try messing around on it, Example of messing around is trying to do burnouts, wheelies, stoppies, standing on the seat, etc... yeah your gonna look cool, but trust me when i say this, all that shit is scary as hell, my first time attempting a wheelie i almost went 12o'clock and almost ate shit.
The first season of riding jsut ride, enjoy the ride, learn the bike, the power of it, become one with the bike, test you skills just a little, and i mean going on a freeway and getting used to going through traffic at 10 or 15 mph over the speed limit,
Im at the point where im lane splitting and cutting through traffic is 100-130 mph. The only reason im doing that is to enhance my skill SLOWLY. Im not jumping in to it. The first 2 months i just learned the bike, the next 2, i starting pushing it, seeing how much i can lean etc... then after that worked on higher speeds. Ive put 4000 miles on my bike this season and im still expecting another 1500.
Man i typed a lot. But in the end, take what ever advice you want, but just remember you can die in a heart beat. ive had 3 friends die, and then another 20+ ppl ive rode with before die, just this season alone. So dont jump in to it, i know its exciting but whats more exciting it living to grow old
If your getting it to show off just stop where your at, and dont look any further. Your gonna kill yourself if you try and show off. A Ninja 300 is fun but you will get bored of it in a month or 2 guaranteed.
If you take the motorcycle safety course and pass, then i would suggest getting a Ninja zx6r. I have a 2005 Ninja zx6r (636) and i love it. For a First bike i suggest either a 500 or 600 (if you pass the safety course) Never EVER start on a 1000, unless you want to be in a casket. Riding isnt a joke, ive been riding for 6 months and ive had 15 close calls, 2 where my fault (guess why, because i was trying to show off) and the others where all other drivers fault, and 6 or 7 of those times i would have ended up dead if i didnt have the proper skills(that you learn in the course). Now which ever advice you try and take, make sure you take this down. when you do get a bike, which ever it is. DONT try messing around on it, Example of messing around is trying to do burnouts, wheelies, stoppies, standing on the seat, etc... yeah your gonna look cool, but trust me when i say this, all that shit is scary as hell, my first time attempting a wheelie i almost went 12o'clock and almost ate shit.
The first season of riding jsut ride, enjoy the ride, learn the bike, the power of it, become one with the bike, test you skills just a little, and i mean going on a freeway and getting used to going through traffic at 10 or 15 mph over the speed limit,
Im at the point where im lane splitting and cutting through traffic is 100-130 mph. The only reason im doing that is to enhance my skill SLOWLY. Im not jumping in to it. The first 2 months i just learned the bike, the next 2, i starting pushing it, seeing how much i can lean etc... then after that worked on higher speeds. Ive put 4000 miles on my bike this season and im still expecting another 1500.
Man i typed a lot. But in the end, take what ever advice you want, but just remember you can die in a heart beat. ive had 3 friends die, and then another 20+ ppl ive rode with before die, just this season alone. So dont jump in to it, i know its exciting but whats more exciting it living to grow old
If you got robbed at your job would you stay working there or quit?
KDG
Ok so you are working as a cashier at a neighborhood store. All of a sudden, this man comes in with a gun, cocks it, puts it to your cheek and demands all the money from your register. You give him the money and he runs out. The police are called, and a report is filed. Would you quit working there or would you go back and risk your life for a $7.75 an hour job?
Answer
No, I certainly wouldn't keep working for and putting my life on the line for $7.75 an hour at a local store.
Oddly though, this is a question which as concerned me in my real life job. I'm a farmer, on a small permaculture farm. All of my customers come to my farm/home to purchase the meat goats I raise. They are butchering the goats right here on my farm. That means there are always a lot of really big knives about, and in the hand of virtual strangers.
With new customers, whom I've never met before, I have at time openly carried. That means I have a firearm on my hip, completely in plain view, for everyone to see.
I also usually have a crook in my hand. The crook is taller than I am....I'm 5'2". It is a long rod, made of metal, with a hook on the end, looking rather like a cane. It is for going around the neck of goats or sheep, to make them easier to catch. The goats have made me very good, and very fast with the crook. I could whallop someone upside the head, and jerk their feet out from under them, in less than two second, with the crook.
Fortunatly in my job, I've never been threatend, not once, and I've been selling to the public since 1999.
On the local news, I saw that one of my customers was arrested for a gun crime, where he threatend a couple in a bar (with a gun). That was shocking to me. If someone had asked me, I would have stated he was one of my nicest customers
The truth of the matter is, one never knows where one might be threatend with a crime nowdays. When I was in my early 20's, I had the crap beat out of me by three Mexican girls. They were 16, 12, and 9 years old. I was riding my 10 speed on a warm sumers evening (rode to the local convience store). The girls jumped me on my way back.
I was screaming for help....it was a road, crowded with homes. As I was getting the crap beat out of me, I saw several people look out window, and turn on front porch lights...and then drapes were closed, and lights went out. I assume they just decided it was the Mexicans fighting amongst themselves. Some teenage kids finally came out into their fenced yard, and yelled, "What's going on." The girls grabbed my bike, and took off with it.
I ran to the teenagers, and begged to be allowed in....I was gushing blood (head wound). They took me in, and called the cops, and woke their Dad up.
Cops arrive...and arrive....and arrive. It was a dead end road. I had moved into the house on the end 8 days prior. The Mexican girls that jumped me lived in the house at the very end of the street, where you first turn in. Turns out the cops were just looking for an excuse to bust that house. THIRTY SIX cop cars arrive (no, I'm not kidding). They hauled ever adult male out of that home, and there were a lot of them. Then the drugs, cocaine, herroin, and pot started to come out, along with all the weapons. Then all the stollen goods, from local stores.
The adult Mexican women knew exactly which house I lived in. I went home after the cops had me fill out the report, gathered my two dogs, my purse, and a change of clothes, and left, miles out into the country to an ex- boyfriends house. I called my Mother, and said, "Come get me, my life is in danger."
Two days latter, mom showed up (armed) with her armed boyfriend, and loaded me out of the house (still packed, thankfully) and took me back to the other side of the mountains.
At that time, I'd been living on my own for over five years. People need to know when to stand and fight, and when prudence is the better part of valor. Being the reason for a major drug house being busted means your life is in danger...time to go.
You need to figure out what the risks are to your life, and what risk you personally are willing to take.
~Garnet
No, I certainly wouldn't keep working for and putting my life on the line for $7.75 an hour at a local store.
Oddly though, this is a question which as concerned me in my real life job. I'm a farmer, on a small permaculture farm. All of my customers come to my farm/home to purchase the meat goats I raise. They are butchering the goats right here on my farm. That means there are always a lot of really big knives about, and in the hand of virtual strangers.
With new customers, whom I've never met before, I have at time openly carried. That means I have a firearm on my hip, completely in plain view, for everyone to see.
I also usually have a crook in my hand. The crook is taller than I am....I'm 5'2". It is a long rod, made of metal, with a hook on the end, looking rather like a cane. It is for going around the neck of goats or sheep, to make them easier to catch. The goats have made me very good, and very fast with the crook. I could whallop someone upside the head, and jerk their feet out from under them, in less than two second, with the crook.
Fortunatly in my job, I've never been threatend, not once, and I've been selling to the public since 1999.
On the local news, I saw that one of my customers was arrested for a gun crime, where he threatend a couple in a bar (with a gun). That was shocking to me. If someone had asked me, I would have stated he was one of my nicest customers
The truth of the matter is, one never knows where one might be threatend with a crime nowdays. When I was in my early 20's, I had the crap beat out of me by three Mexican girls. They were 16, 12, and 9 years old. I was riding my 10 speed on a warm sumers evening (rode to the local convience store). The girls jumped me on my way back.
I was screaming for help....it was a road, crowded with homes. As I was getting the crap beat out of me, I saw several people look out window, and turn on front porch lights...and then drapes were closed, and lights went out. I assume they just decided it was the Mexicans fighting amongst themselves. Some teenage kids finally came out into their fenced yard, and yelled, "What's going on." The girls grabbed my bike, and took off with it.
I ran to the teenagers, and begged to be allowed in....I was gushing blood (head wound). They took me in, and called the cops, and woke their Dad up.
Cops arrive...and arrive....and arrive. It was a dead end road. I had moved into the house on the end 8 days prior. The Mexican girls that jumped me lived in the house at the very end of the street, where you first turn in. Turns out the cops were just looking for an excuse to bust that house. THIRTY SIX cop cars arrive (no, I'm not kidding). They hauled ever adult male out of that home, and there were a lot of them. Then the drugs, cocaine, herroin, and pot started to come out, along with all the weapons. Then all the stollen goods, from local stores.
The adult Mexican women knew exactly which house I lived in. I went home after the cops had me fill out the report, gathered my two dogs, my purse, and a change of clothes, and left, miles out into the country to an ex- boyfriends house. I called my Mother, and said, "Come get me, my life is in danger."
Two days latter, mom showed up (armed) with her armed boyfriend, and loaded me out of the house (still packed, thankfully) and took me back to the other side of the mountains.
At that time, I'd been living on my own for over five years. People need to know when to stand and fight, and when prudence is the better part of valor. Being the reason for a major drug house being busted means your life is in danger...time to go.
You need to figure out what the risks are to your life, and what risk you personally are willing to take.
~Garnet
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