yamirider Slowpoke: “My dad REALLY wants me to take it. Will it really help me? From what I’ve heard its nothing but low speed maneuvers. He wants me to do it in the name of keeping me alive.
”Of course better control of your motorcycle is only going to help, but I’m not that worried about breaking both my legs and getting paralyzed by a little 5mph incident.”
Followed by lots of good advice by some really smart people about how taking the course would make his father happy (Point 1), provide the little douchebag with a few basic skills that might save his pitiful life (Point 2), provide an opportunity to discover something useful about the motorcycle in a safe environment with experienced riders explaining motorcycle safety (Point 3), and if his father bought the bike the little moron is obligated to do whatever the hell Dad says if he wants to play with his massively inappropriate toy (a Suzuki SV650).
Brat boy’s response to this good advice was:
“First off, I paid for half of this bike.
”Now, here is the thing I’m worried about:
”I’ve ridden 2 miles on my SV…and that was during the test ride. My dad hasn’t let me ride it 2 feet since I’ve gotten it home. I’m not used to it at all. I don’t want to go take the MSF where I’m supposed to put my bike through its low-speed paces and possibly crash and rash it up. (it has ONE scratch on it right now)
”I mean, is that a legitimate concern?
”I’ve heard of people crashing before during MSF thats why I’m worried.”
The very first response to this spoiled douchebag’s bullshit was:
“If you’re afraid you’re gonna crash in an ERC, you’ve got no business being on the street.
”Think about what you posted. You think you’re too good or too experienced to derive any benefit from the class, but you’re afraid those simple maneuvers are going to make you crash?
“I too, have nothing of value to add to this thread…”
Me either, other than I’d put money on the odds that Slowpoke put that scratch on his bike dropping it in the garage or driveway. I bought my 1999 SV650 from a douchebag just like him, in 2000. The spoiled little creep’s mommy bought him the bike practically the day SV’s showed up in his local dealership. Smartass put a Two Brother’s asshole pipe on the bike and fucked with the air filter and air box, dropped the bike in his driveway, and bawled until Mommy bought him a new 4WD Toyota. He was selling the SV to get money for loud pipes on the Toyota. I paid $2,000 for a slightly-scratched 1999 SV with about 300 miles on the odometer. I was afraid to ask where the 300 miles came from, but the bike turned out to be like-new and lasted me a good long while before I sold it.
Luckily, most of the kids I see in motorcycle safety classes are not blatantly like yamirider Slowpoke. They might be that much of a jackass under their usual sullen teenager facade, but at least 90% of them make an effort to hide their assholyness. Of the 90%, a good bit more than 50% actually seem to enjoy the experience and are consistently the best riders I get to work with. Still, as a Geezer and a parent, I fuckin’ hate kids. Slowpoke reminds me why.
Now, back to researching the history of the ERC.