I did a little visit to one of the local dealerships .. As I browsed through the new models and accessories, couldn't help but notice a young gent, who was taking a great interest in one of the new muscle bikes.. 2000 cc's.. One of the best experienced sales- guys in the house was kinda sticking by him, answering his quest- ions, but mostly listening to the guy.. Now, I'm telling you, this dude was a wealth of information.. He knew all the technical information on this powerhouse bike and you could readily see that his expert- ise was purely from the "book".. At some point.. I asked Mike (the salesdude).. who is also a young guy.. somewhere in his late twenties, I'd expect.. if the man had a lot of experience with motorcycles, since he seemed so knowledge- able.. Mike's response was that he'd never owned a motorcycle in his life and had only riden at a very early age and his experience was limited to small dirt bikes.. I watched.. eavesdropped actually.. as Mike tried to show this young man several different, and smaller motorcycles.. There was no inter- est whatsoever and this young man was completely focused on that monster.. New paint and gleaming chrome, surrounding an engine that could pull stumps, as well as propel that motorcycle to speeds of over 150 mph, had completely overwhelmned the guy.. There wasn't another motorcycle in that dealership that he was even slight- ly interested in.. All Mikes' efforts to persuade this young man to even try another motorcycle, were wasted.. Finally.. Mike made the deal with him and the bike was taken from the showroom floor to be serviced for del- ivery.. Flushed with pride over the purchase of his new motorcycle.. the young man was proudly proclaiming to one and all, that he'd be the terror of the highway, on such a magnificent mount.. When the motorcycle was serviced and ready.. the owner of the dealership, who'd been advised of the situation, offered some words of wisdom about safety and getting acquainted with the bike.. Suggestions of taking a good MSF course, or riding with an experienced mentor, were brushed aside and argued while this arrogant little twit with too much money, declared his skill and expertise in all things.. The owner even made the offer for Mike or himself to accompany him around the immediate area to help him get acquainted with his new purchase.. was declined .. We get to the bottom line and finish of this little tale.. That partic- ular dealership is located in a huge shopping area, with restaurants galore and car dealerships.. furniture malls and various other bus- inesses, both large and small.. Almost always a lot of traffic and usually quite busy.. We'd all gathered around the lounge area talking, when the sirens were heard.. One Fire Dept. ambulance went racing by and then another.. Police cruisers raced to the direction where our young man had gone.. Less than a mile from us, there'd been a motor- cycle crash.. Within an hour.. that new motorcycle was back in the dealership.. the young man, in one of the local hospitals.. Shortly.. a man came into the dealership.. obviously upset and very irate.. He wanted to talk to the salesman that had just sold his son that killer motorcycle.. He thoroughly reamed out Mike and the owner of that dealership, threatening lawsuits and other legal attacks for their negligence in making that sale to such an inexperienced rider.. I couldn't help but agree with him, except for several points that he was ignoring.. That young man is well over legal age.. I learned that he was 27.. He'd come into that dealership, determined to buy that motor- cycle and nobody could persuade him that he should consider another motorcycle that would be better suited to his experience. He'd declined all offers to help and arrogantly ignored any sugg- estions that he should take some sort of educational course to get him started with his new motorcycle.. Outside of denying to make the sale, that dealership had gone above and beyond .. At one point, they'd even offered to deliver the motorcycle to the home of the young man.. which he laughed at.. declaring he'd bought it and he'd ride it out.. Well, he rode that sucker out, all right.. Less than a mile away, that monster had eat his lunch.. Listening to that father, as he berated, threatened and insulted those good men, who'd gone above and beyond, it occurred to me .. that old boy should take responsibility for what had happ- ened to his son.. at least the arrogant little shit was still alive and being cared for in a hospital.. Instead of raising all that hell with a bunch of people who'd tried to accomodate the little smart aleck prick, he'd have been better served to have been up at that hospital to see to the medical needs of his son.. As we learned later.. the guy had suffered a broken arm and collar bone.. Of course he was skinned up and had lost quite a bit of hide, along with a couple of pretty bad cuts.. The motor- cycle is probably a total loss, one side of it is a mangled mess. The frame is bent like a hairpin and oil was streaming from one side of the casings.. It was estimated that he was going about 70 mph when he ran a stop sign and sideswiped a car.. Too bad.. another motorcycle statistic that will go down in the books as just another example of how dangerous the riding of motorcycles can be.. and is.. Not so.. I contend that young man was a danger to himself and others, no matter if he was oper- ating a car, motorcycle, boat or airplane.. Bill Walker Irving