After some are upset about the driving style of today’s youth, I would like to start a Fred about the (from today’s point of view) biggest own stupidity of the older road users here. So things, where it runs cold down your back today when you think about it. I give an example of a good friend of mine, because I myself am without wrong and blame : It was summer. The first summer with a real motorcycle (the few months with a Suzi GT250 don’t count so much 50 HP, 650ccm from two cylinders. 1987 still quite upscale middle class. A Suzuki GR650. Choppered tourer. Or toured Chopper. Whatever. The place borders on a large forest area. Through this walk some not closed forest paths, but which are mainly used by hikers and cycling to the next village. And it was hot. The two sat there in short pants, T-shirt in front of the moppeds and it was boring. So they swung on these same and zock The asphalt was abandoned over the approximately 5km long forest path towards the next village. It was noticed that it was surprisingly good and an impressive dust cloud was created. So the speed was increased and then there was somehow mental no more hold. With over 130km/h in short trousers and T-shirts on a softchopper racing through the forest, while the (a few) sidewalkers rushing aside minuteslan If I think about it, it’s a good thing I wasn’t there.