I owned a motorcycle and was looking to trade for a car. A guy I worked with (18Yrs old) had a car sitting in his garage because he could drive it due to no insurance. It was a 95gs and beautiful. I told him that you don't need insurance on a motorcycle and we traded. The day I dropped my bike off to him and got on it and kept hitting the trottle with his hand. I told him to stop, that's alot of gas. This idiot gives it trottle and lets go of the clutch then freaks out and just grips everything. Not picture this, a bike (Katana) with the front tire locked and the rear peeling out because he just gripped everything on the handle bars heading straight for a ... you guess it TREE!! He hits the tree and gets thrown off. First this I do is run to the bike and pick it up, then went to see if he was ok. He had road rash from just below his wrist to his elbows. We push the bike back to his house and I tell him to go scrub the rocks and grass/stick from his wounds. He goes inside to shower and I pull out a licence plate out of my backpack and put it on the car, backed it out of his driveway and drove home.

Then the F&F came out. I already had my blitz kit picked out and my hauh turbo kit picked out. During a delievery to USF I seen a black Gst with a frontmount. I left him a note to call me and he turn me onto TR. I quickly found out that I was a ricer. Not only a ricer but a BAD ricer. I also found DSm tooners from which I quickly got blasted for my really bad questions and what not. I traded the GS for a GST and meet the Brother and Jerry. Later on I meet Miguel at a meet and the rest is history.