Brings to mind a story I heard on the local news a few weeks ago. A guy bought his first bike, a spanking new Harley, rode it out of the dealer lot into traffic and was struck and killed by a truck.
Something similar happened at a charity ride I went on. It started at a Harley dealership... About 200 HDs, and one Ducati 8-) . Anyway, this guy picked up a brand new Fat Boy, and drove it off the parking lot. He had admitted that he had only ridden dirt bikes, and it had been about 30 years since then. He seemed to be OK, but we went over a bridge with grooved metal decking, and he veered into oncoming traffic. Luckily, the oncoming car saw what was happening and swerved and stopped before a collision. But it scared the hell out of everybody involved, and he wasn't able to ride the rest of the day. A pair of riders who had doubled up on their cruiser split up, and rode the guy's brand new bike back to his house for him, with him riding "bi*ch" on the back of the other bike. And yes, he did need a change of underwear. But he lived and promised to take an MSF class.
Mark