The whole story....
My baby brother had decided it was time for an upgrade from the trusty 1978 Honda 400T, typical for him he obviously needed to do this in epic fashion and in top secret.
He calls me up one day says he needs a ride in a few minutes to go pick up his new bike. New bike? OK, I can do that, this I gotta see!
I pick him up, all the way there he is showing me brochures and telling me all about how he had bought the absolute fastest bike on Earth, the latest to hit the road, the result of years of research and development into metallurgy, horsepower, and racing machine design. This aluminum framed suicide rocket on wheels was the 1988 Ninja ZX-10, which was supposed to be able to hit some ridiculous for the time speed like 175 mph, and he was getting the absolute first one delivered, so he would be the fastest biker in the world or something for a little while at least. You'd have to know him to expect this..I didn't pay much attention.
We get the the dealer, he shows me the floor model of the bike, I sit on it and make motor noises while he signs some papers, and we head outside to take delivery, the salesman tells me he'll sell me one later.
The salesman gives him a walk through of all the features, the usual stuff, then asks him a question with a worried voice that I can hear to this day..."This is a pretty fast bike, I hope it's not your first?" I'm not sure what he would have done if it was, but my brother calmly assured him that he'll be fine, he's been riding for years, he rides every day, rides like a pro, etc. The salesman relaxes a bit, and tells him "OK, you'll be fine then, just take it easy for a bit till your used to it and it's broken in anyway, I tried one yesterday and the throttle is a BIT touchy, other than that it rides great!"
They finish the prep talk, and then he tells my brother who has been sitting on the bike in his sneakers, shorts and Tshirt with it idling why not take a little slow ride around the lot to feel it out, then come back in and get your helmet and leathers (he bought all new leathers and helmet to match the bike, of course) and hit the road to break in your sweet new ride?
Two seconds later, an angry snarling 120 decibel scream like a giant bee on steroids fills the air, a tire screeches and my brother takes off like he was shot out of a cannon, and with the front wheel well clear of the ground and headed skyward is headed between parked vehicles into the back of the lot at warp speed and still accelerating. I cringed, the salesman cringed, and we waited for whatever was going to happen next. I don't think the salesman saw my brothers face but I did, and I've seen sheer terror before, and that was the look I saw as he went flying past me, so close that I could see his arms bulging from death gripping the bars to hang onto the howling beast he was riding..I think he almost slid backwards off the seat.
I'll give him credit, he regained composure and got it slowed down and stopped a FEW feet short of the back fence, and he made a reasonably presentable U-turn and came back, slowly and silently, then he shut it down and in his coolest top gun pilot style voice said, "Yup, she's a bit touchy on the throttle, but it does seem to go pretty well, once it's broken in I'll have to open her up to see what it can do. Let's go in and I can dress for the ride home"
He rode it home without incident, but when I asked him later on about it he admitted that none of that was planned, he just was trying to chirp the tire a little to impress the sales guy with his riding skills, and it got just a BIT out of hand.
Do tell, Mike, do tell!!