It is just a Custom Chrome Bike in a Box. 110" 6 speed.
I totally get the fear of death. My Uncle George once told me if/when the day gets here that you are the least bit concerned with what COULD happen that should be the day you stop. I rode in Jersey for 11 years, commuted in Phoenix for 7 straight years and then several times a week. In the first 6 or so weeks I rode in AZ I had several weapons pointed at me...only way I knew how to get to/from work was thru a gang area. Have been hit by a car on the freeway (somehow I did not go down), covered more then 300k miles on 2 wheels. Have had numerous bird strikes. Ran over a marmot few years back. One of the bird strikes was in Northern AZ. I was unaware that I was in an open range area and that a rancher was moving his cattle from one side of the road to the other. I was sitting on the side of the road, changing my shirt and laughing about the absolute mess the bike was when I felt a pounding on the asphalt....there was half a dozen bulls coming my way...
Thing for me is not that I don't fear the worst...it is the rush that makes me feel alive. You can die getting out of bed tomorrow.
