[FatHawk]

Name: Beer Fatty

First bike 1995 FZR600, bought used in 1997. Came with the slick yellow and purple paint job and matching helmet and leathers(ghey, I know, you don't need to remind me). I did the first most squidly thing you can do with a bike and cored the pipe. Sounded like absolute shit, at the time I thought I was the shit.

Army MSF grad, which was required.

Took a ten year hiatus until I met my wife, who had a past with sportbikes and expressed desire. So I bought an SV650, the rest is history.

Past bikes in no particular order:

2003 Honda Superhawk 996 or VTR 1000 for those in the know.
2006 SV 650, that my wife chucked down the road at 65 mph+.
2004 Honda CBR F4i (wife's bike, but I ride the shit out of it).

Current bike:

2003 Kawaski Z1000. Miles....I gotta check, hold on. Way too f'in much.

Crashed three times:

FZR: student driver pulled in front of me when I had the right of way at an intersection. Bike totalled, me hurt bad. Minivan in my way, bike goes under van, I go over, not fun, 15 year old driver vomited upon seeing my helmet split into pieces.

Superhawk: Wet pavement, wide paint strips and cold tires do not a good combination make, especially with a torque monster twin. Miniature high side which I held onto the bucking beast followed by a slapper. Bike salvaged with new bodywork and other sundry parts. Me, very sore.

Z1000: Going up Wilcat Mountain here in WI, right to left uphill transition. Didn't transfer off the bike enough into the left hander. Front tire met gravel, pushed the front and slid into a guard rail doing right around 45 or so. Bike, cosmetically fucked up. Me, separated rotator cuff and sore as fuck.


BOTTOM LINE HERE:

Minimum gear was helmet, boots, gauntlet gloves, jacket (textile and leather) with armor, and leather pants with armor, sometimes jeans (not a good idea, don't think I'm condoning it).


I've ridden roads in Wisconsin and Arkansas that would make you shit your pants, really. Me and wifey did Baraboo Wisconsin to Port Huron Michigan in a day. Return trip was the same. We got hard butts, yo.

Don't ride track, because I'd rather spend my money on gas and tires for the SKREET muthafucka!!!!!


I only pipe in with advice when it is applicable to my experience. If I chime in, it is either because something dumb was said, or I can refute your first bike choice with knowledge and experience.









You don't need a 600SS, no matter how tall or fat you are.