Well, it's healing pretty decently... somehow it didn't even scab over... right now it looks like I have a sunburn that's peeling in most spots lol... the deeper spots (my right wrist, left knee, and left elbow) are all scabbed over... showering doesn't hurt at all anymore, and I don't even bother wrapping it lol... I'm just mad that now i have to wait for it to fully heal before I can get my star on my wrist lol

and larry, it's not too bad trying to get heat in the tires in 50* weather... on my cbr I'd always have the tires warmed up and ready for hard leans within 10 minutes regardless of outside temperature (the coldest weather I've ridden in was something like 42*)... and Chris Robine was my recruiter.

 

Chris is Brett's brother. Brett drives the white Dodge with the back window covered in the Marine logo. He's a pal of mine. I know Brett, his bro, his dad, and his brother in law are all recruiters for your school.

Those bikes are too dangerous for me, if I had that kind of power to weight, I would die very quickly. Be carefull.

 

At least he had frame sliders on it. I would kill for a bike (and it would probably kill me.). I want either an R6 or a Gixxer 600. That'd be more than enough power for me.Haha.

 

lol yeah, the entire time I was sliding along the ground I was thinking "Oh s**t, that bike is going to be trashed"... luckily, it was only a little scratched up thanks to the sliders.

And as long as you ride within your limits and ride like everyone on the road is trying to kill you (meaning being very cautious around cars) you'll be fine on a 600

 

so i saw a guy standing in a median with his bike parked in the right hand lane and a car in front of him with its four ways on.....kinda weird BUT hey it's New mexico.

Anyways, the guy riding the bike looked almost exactly like you!! I was like "Whoah, it's Reaper on a bike! I didn't know he got a bike already....wait, he doesn't live in NM. WTF?!?"

 

haha, yeah... I definitely haven't been to NM lately... or ever for that matter

 

haha don't blame you