Oh dude, I don't even know where to start. I was raised on dirt bikes. Not the high flying MX bikes of today, I'm talking trails and hill climbing on old strip mine ground and creeks. My favorite old bike I wish I still had was a 1975 suzuki ts185 geared so low you could climb a skyscraper. I can't remember how many times I ate shit hard before I had a driver's license. Once I got my license, I decided I was tired of getting dirty. The baddest 600cc sport bike was that F4i, brand new. I had it for a year before buying a new R1, then a new zx10 when they first came out. I wanted the fastest bike on the market to rip through the curves and go 3x the speed limit. Drag strips, track days, etc. I always had a "nice" sport bike for riding around and vacations, but I also had a caged stunt bike to practice on. When I got my license and hit the street, motorcycle stunt crews (post starboyz) were gaining popularity. I rode with several groups in the midwest doing shows in different cities for whatever event was happening. Highway wheelies weren't cool anymore, so we learned to do everything at walking speed in parking lots. Circle wheelies, rolling burnouts, and most the stuff you still see today. Matt Blankstrom came up with the crazy idea of rolling a 600ft stoppie/endo, and we had to all learn how to do it too. A popular stunter we were with died in a crash when his foot peg pierced his skull. Another popular guy cracked his skull in a stoppie. I got to see another friend's ankle bone sticking through the skin. Those videos are out there still. You could see my friends and me in early internet videos and in some magazines. My only regret was that HD cameras weren't really a thing yet, and all our old footage looks like shit by today's standards. I wrecked that R1 in Arkansas on the Pig Trail. I was in my arc at speed and a small boulder had fallen into the road. Not much I could do, but I only got basic bruises on that one. I went over backwards at around 60mph on my gsxr 750 stunt bike and broke my clutch wrist. The cage and 12bar saved the bike. While that was healing, I bought a crf50 to practice on as those were cool at the time. I was magical on that thing, and I still have that little bike. There was a group from chicago that invited me to ride 50s. No one on the scene at that time could outperform me on a 50. Sounds silly now, though. We'd go once a year out to the dragon's tail before it started getting popular and congested with retards. A friend slid off the road on the opposite end from deal's gap. Luckily, he and the bike were ok enough to keep riding. I always rode with a helmet, armored jacket, gloves, and boots. You'll still get road rash through your jeans, but I was lucky enough to never break anything besides my wrist that one time.