That reminds ME of a story I got from my dad (because he's seriously got that many stories!) My friend had come down from Canadia, and wanted to borrow one of my dad's bikes so he could ride with us. Dad's response was, "I'd love to have you ride with us, but I've just seen too much chaos caused by new riders. Like back when I had the 450 Maico, I took a guy along and he assured me he knew how to ride. So I gave him the 450 and told him it was a powerful one and to take it easy at first. He waved me off and said yeah yeah, no problem. So he gets it started, lets out the clutch, and the bike's got more power than he expected, so he gets all wide-eyed and pulls in the front brake. But by doing this, he also pulls the throttle. The bike pulls the front wheel in the air, locked and not moving, while the back is doing a big roost at 40 miles an hour, and he goes tearing *hand gesture* across the road and into a tree. It was about five seconds from the clutch coming out to the bike laying on the ground. Bike came back with bent forks, cracked fender, ruined grips and the awesome orange paint was just wiped out on the left side. So you can kind of imagine why I'm not comfortable with someone else on one of my bikes."