yeah, i use it all tho... when i rode it was always balls out, when a bunch of us would race at my friend property in Cooke Canyon next to Clockum, i never lost... untill one day, my friend brought out a built CR500 and i was riding a built XR200.. it had a speedo on it, and i was going 60 MPH and he blew by me like i was tied to a stump, splattering me with a nice 50 foot rooster tail of gravel from the road... i lost that race...

if you want to even bother reading this, here is what happened when i crashed...

my friend Jake, had crashed that day (Memorial Day weekend, probably 01 or 02 cant remember) on a jump we had built on a tweaked 200R Honda 3 wheeler... he hit the jump, and the a$$ end clapped the top of it and fliped him about 15 feet in the air then upside down, and the bike landed directly on him, cutting an artery in his leg.. it was spraying blood everywhere and rather gross, he went to the hospital... my other friends left after that to get hom and beat traffic, so i was bored, and pissed at the same time, so i decided to go hammer on the bike for a bit... his driveway is around 2-300 yards long, kinda turny but has some nice straights... there is a section that has a bump, that is about 20 feet to the other bump where it drops down and we used to jump it... well, i was going WAY too fast... 5th gear, maxed out...

hit the jump, landed on the other side and got squirrley, didnt take my hand off the gas tho, and used my weight to correct the slide, started going the other way, used my weight to slide the rear back right, head for the corner, as i did that, the rear hit a large rock that was in the grass off the side of the drive way that we didnt know was there... i was thrown 50+ feet (probably going around 40-50 MPH, and landed in the driveway, the bike was 150 feet away in the field next to the driveway.. axle destroyed, frame bent, handlebars bent, ect... i had to sit there for a second to collect myself, and then hobbled the 100 yards to the house where my ex was taking a nap and didnt even know what had happened... i stupidly went to sleep, thank god nothing happened, but my friend came home later that night (11 or so) and saw me laying there with blood on my face and frozen peas and other crap wrapped around my knee...

i didnt go to the hospital till the next day, because i am stubborn... i also thought it was just a bad sprain, as i have sprained my ankles numerous times skating during the 10 years i did that... nope, way worse doc said...they didnt realize till i told them what happened, that my friend crashed on the same exact bike just a couple hours before he was there... they told us to get rid of the bike, and i told them it was already destroyed lol...

he got 16 stitches, and i got what i got...

i can laugh about it now, but that sh!t hurt... i also lost my nice 31 gram gold chain that flew off in the distance when i crashed... that whole ordeal cost me alot of time, money, and i will probably need surgery later on in life, as it still gives me trouble...

so now i mess around in cars...