I felt like this story didn't give him the credit due. To make a short story long, he didn't just jump on and go nuts. He used wisdom throughout the entire adventure. It started with an old yz125 someone gave him when he was 15. He pretty much got it running all himself. He would ride around our property and up and down the dirt easement leading up to it. I think he was 17 when he bought his first street bike a ninja 250. He took a 3 day motorcycle safety course which he asked to attend (wisdom). He practiced on it for maybe a year. Had some small spills. Next he bought yamaha r6. I went for a ride with him on my drz after he got it and we were going down a mountain road. I noticed he was falling way back so I pulled over and asked him if he was ok. He said I just wantbto get to know this bike before I go any faster. That impacted me. Smart kid. After a few years he upgraded to a yamaha R1. He was an assistant manager for a motorcycle repair shop by that time so he really had that bike at top performance. He road fast, but told me he felt he always kept it at a level of what he felt he could handle. He said he wasn't one to push past the envelope because he didn't like that feeling. What we discussed was the unknown variables. Rocks fallen fresh on road around a corner. Someone lost thier oil pan oil on the road, morons making uturn on mountain road etc. Thats what finally sunk in. He said he started feeling fear every time he went out because he realized he may be in full control of the bike, but he could not control the variables. Ok I fell I've done him justice.