Funy story. About a month after I got my bike I went to an intermidiate class here in Tucson. In class that day was the most obnoxious student an instructor could ever hope for. Apparently this guy was a motorcycle drag racer and he kept interrupting the instructors and adding his 2 cents every chance he could. I can tell the two instructors were getting annoyed with this guy (I know I was) but remained corteous and professional. Before I get too deep into the story, let me add he was in class with his father-in-law both riding BMW GS bikes. Anyways, here we are doing wide curve exercise (starting in the outside, then in at the apex and then back out to exit the curve), we were running two groups at the same time. All of the sudden, all the stars decided to align themselves and both of this geniouses went down at the same time!!!!! Normally I would not have laughed at another rider, especially in that environment, gut this guy was such a smart butt that everyone laughed right on cue. End result one broken wrist (the drag race superstar). Superstar and his father-in-law left class for the hospital with a busted ego and a lot of cool points down the drain. Made my day.
