It's 1974, I'm a high school senior. The ride? A Honda CB 750 with Wixom brothers fairing and bags.
At Manchester and Lincoln blvd, at the light, a 750 pulled up alongside. He wanted to race. Hey, I read Cycle magazine, I know I have no hope.
But I egg him on.
Big rpm from the Honda 4, enough blue smoke to kill every mosquito in the county from the Kawi.
Light turns green, I pretend to launch.
I can still remember the Kawi pilots face, but not name.
He launched. Front wheel pawing the sky. He shifts to second, front wheel drops to kiss the tarmac and BANG!
Instant weave of death.
Remember the kid sliding across with t-shirt and 3/4 helmet.
I motored on.
Saw the kid 3 weeks later, he was still sporting back rash, the bike was sold, his rich parents just bought a new, tamer, water buffalo for him.
He was good about the meeting, said it happened so fast... That kid later went on to ride pro MX, but never made the 'big times'.
Memories.
LOL.