First Time on a Bullet Bike

I never thought I would see myself on top of one of these. My grandpa used to call these "murdercycles", and I've always been deathly afraid of them. My cousin isn't, though, and he was moving, and he absolutely "needed" someone to drive his bike to his new place. I truly thought I was going to die.

I'm an avid dirt-biker, well, at least I used to be. Now I ride my dad's dirt bike when I go home for the summer and for holidays. I quickly learned that this bike is nothing like an enduro. As I approached my first corner after leaving my cousin's house, I quickly realized that there is a substantially greater amount of lean required to turn on these "crotch rocket" type motorcycles. It was almost over before it began for me. I figured it out, though, and soon found myself on the I-15 entrance ramp.

I was cruising around 70, when I took my eyes off the speedometer for only a few seconds, and suddenly I was doing 95! These things are built for speed. As terrifying as the ride was initially, I started getting comfortable. 

That was when I knew I could never buy a motorcycle like this. It would be too easy to start going too fast and kill myself in a fiery explosion. I like being alive. It's okay, though, since this kind of bike is waaaay out of the budget range of a college student. It was fun, though.