My right leg was still encased in a leg brace, so I had to ride more cautiously since the right leg is normally used for the rear brake so that meant I had only the front brake available.
While I was waiting for her to be ready, I rode the bike up her driveway - which was on a steep incline - up the hill, and then I pulled in the clutch and rode backwards down the hill and the back up again.
My girlfriend's dad comes out and asked if he can do that. I asked him if he'd ridden a bike before and he said "sure" and I gave him my bike as I made sure he knew where the shifter, clutch and brakes were.
He sat on the bike after I started it and waited for a while. I figured he needed a little help, so I pushed the shift lever to 1st gear and he shot up the hill toward the end of his driveway and a cinderblock wall. I ran after him, yelling "pull in the clutch!" but ran full tilt into the wall. He was knocked off on impact, the block wall had a motorcycle-sized hole in it and my bike was lodged in the branches of his tree hanging by the handlebars, engine screaming.
I switched the bike off and took him the hospital in his car (cinderblock on the hood of his car) for his dislocated elbow and various other injuries and oddly enough, the relationship with his daughter took a dive.
The father had “ridden” a bike before, but probably not “driven” a bike before. He probably thought it had an automatic trans...
Ya probably wouldn’t want the risk of having any of his DNA show up in your children.