A year or two ago, wait a minute I mean twenty years ago my wife's cousin was visiting us in North Carolina. I had a 1984 750 Intercepor (which by the way was da shit back then) and a 600 Huricaine (the original R6). Anyway the Cousin asks if He can take the Hurricaine for a ride I was hesitant but the wife (gotta love em) said sure. So we go out for a short and simple ride. He rode the bike like he didn't have a clue. So we get back to the house and the wife asks, How did he do? I don't want to embarrass him so I said fine figuring it was over. So again the wife says; why don't you go out for another ride later (gotta love em). So here's the punch line, We go out again he does a little better, but I had to show off and I rail hard into a corner and imeadiately realize that he is going to try to follow thinking oh shit. So I take a look in the mirror and there he goes sliding across the pavement. Took about $2500 to piece it back together. Never again!