My boyfriend and his friend were in the process of teaching Seb to ride when he died. He just bought a bike one day so the most they could get him to do was let them teach him. He was wearing a helmet but twisted the throttle too much and ended up hitting one wall and being thrown head first into another as my boyfriend and another kid watched. He was dead before they got him on the helicopter.
The thing was, he had told me that his friend got the bike and we were saying how he was going to get hurt or killed. That added to his guilt a lot too.
He knows that motorcycles don't have to be dangerous and I took the MSF course a while ago so he's okay with me riding. Gixxers just bring back bad memories for him.
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Last edited by cadre; 04-17-2007 at 10:43 PM..
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