17099's motohistory:
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Thong's MotoHistory

If my motohistory is to be made into a movie:

A long, long time ago. In a galaxy far, far away…. (music)

On a planet known as Viet Nam… (birds singing)

I first stepped foot on a moped ridden by my grandfather. I was 5 years old. I used to stand behind the handle bars and he would take me to all the cool places around the planet. I loved that feeling of zip zooming around, wind blasting against my chest. Every now and then, my dad would take my brother, Nhut, and I on the back of his motorcycle. I don't know the make, model, or the serial number of his motorycle. But I didn't care, I liked it!!

(Laser blasts…Explosions…)

Then the invasion of planet Viet Nam began…..

An evil race called the VC's took over the planet….

After several years under the tyranical rule of the VC's, my family and I managed to find a smuggler, Han Solo, to take us to the planet America.

(Fast forward sound)

The year is 1996. After 3 years of watching and listening to all the stories from my brother about motorcycling, I decided that I wanted one too. Lucky for me, he bought a 93 VFR and sold his 89 EX500 to me. It was a great motorcycle! New Metzelers, new brakes system from Braking Brake System was installed by Nhut for me. I took the MSF course held by the Inter-Galactic Motorcycle Federation in April. I passed the course and got my license. Rode around on the EX for a total of 10 days before my wedding and then honeymoon on planet

Jamaica.

(Fast forward sound)

It's now June. Nhut and I decided to go to the Annual gathering of Honda owners from around the solar system. It's called the Honda Hoot in the metropolis called Asheville, on the North Carolina continent. We rode down from a small mining town called Chicago. He on his VFR and I on my EX500. It took us two days with a sleep over in KY at a friend's house. Once we got to the Hoot, we met up with some of Nhut's friends on the VFR-list. On the first day that we were there, we went riding on the Blue Ridge Parkway. There were Nhut, two other guys, all on VFRs, and a girl on a Hurricane, and me. We were all flying on the BRP at a brisk pace of around 50-60MPH. All the corners that we hit were constant radius…except one.

(Loud clap of Thunder)

I was riding third behind Nhut. We came up on this blind right hander with the bushes and trees on the right and a cliff on the left side. (Slow motion, sound of a beating heart) The leader leaned his VFR over and disappeared from my sight. Nhut leaned his VFR over and vanished. I was going about 50MPH, leaned the EX over looking for the exit of the turn, next thing I saw were the double yellow lines getting closer to my wheels. I panic'ed and grabbed the front brakes. The EX stood up, crossed the double yellow, and headed straight for the wooden guardrail at the edge of the cliff! (Sound of heart beating really fast) My eyes widen in terror as I realized "OH SHIT!!! I'M GOING OVER THE CLIFF!!" I squeezed the front brakes firmly and stepped down on the rear brakes at the same time. The EX500 wiggled violently as the tires gripped the pavement. I hung onto the brakes for dear life and squeezed harder! And just like that, the EX500 stopped…. 3 feet away from the guard rail and the edge of the cliff. I put my feet down on the ground, stood up, and my legs buckled causing the EX to fall down.

(End slow motion)

By this time, the riders behind me ran up and was helping me pick up the EX. The damage to the bike is minimal, but the damage to my confidence is much greater. The EX is still ridable, so I spent the rest of the trip riding really slow around those blind corners while mumbing to myself, "look at the exit, look at the exit."

(Fast forward sound)

Then in November of 96, there was an opportunity for me to pick up a used 94 Honda F2. I did. And that's what I'm riding with for last season and this season. I don't have a need or a desire to get a different ride right now. I'm pretty happy with it.

In terms of riding style, I'm usually pretty conservative when riding in a group. I've never done a wheelie or a stoppie or a burnout…. Although pi said he'd show me how when I order new tires. But when I'm riding by myself, I'm usually zip-zooming around traffic like there's no tomorrow.

(Camera zooming out from the planet, voice coming from no-where)

"So that's it from me. I'm looking forward to another riding season with the COMPoST members, and learning new things to improve my riding."

(Lights dim)

The End.

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