When I stopped at the sheriff's office yesterday to pick something up, I had a guy make a comment about my bike (the yellow 1190rx) as I got off of it and removed my helmet. I had ear plugs in, so I missed some of it, but he was kind enough to repeat what he'd said. Loved the bike! Was it faster than a GSXR?? (yep) How did it handle? (pretty good for an old/fat/white guy riding it)
We both went in to the sheriff's office to take care of our business and continued to talk about bikes. We were both interrupted by the clerk several times as we retrieved our items. As the conversation unfolded, it turns out the guy knew pretty much nothing about motorcycles at all but wanted to learn to ride. Obviously he wanted the baddest, most poser bike you can get (hyabusa maybe?) and go from there. I'm pretty sure my enthusiasm for the biking sport got him thinking about how much fun it is.
I then proceeded to talk him into starting small. Why? That was the first thing. Start small. This guy was probably 6'3" or so, a good 240 lbs, so as big as I am or even a little larger. I told him to start on a little dirt bike, 100 cc or so. He just didn't want to go that route at first. I explained my reasoning for it. Little dirt bike, it won't go 180 mph. Start out in the dirt (a field would be best) to actually learn the mechanics of riding some. Once that's down pat, trails riding. In a field, there's nothing but grass, dirt, maybe some holes and hills. Nothing's going to jump out at you. Trails on the other hand, there's big rocks, trees, etc. They can move fast sometimes. I told him he needed to crash that little bike a few times, 2 or 3 at least. Maybe get a broken bone, bad bruise, whatever. WHAT?!? Yeah, crash, crash hard in the dirt a few times. Nothing out there is really moving except yourself on that bike. NO TRAFFIC.
Once he'd gotten that part of riding down, if (after crashing) he still wanted to ride on the street, then get another small bike (street capable this time) and take it to a local track day event. Ride in the novice group. Again with the WHY? Well, everyone's going in the same direction (typically) and if you do crash, there's emergency responders there to take care of the boo-boo's. K, makes sense. It's better than going out and playing in traffic with 4000 lb cars/trucks that are coming at you and might not be paying attention.
My best analogy was to ask "Have you ever played stick-ball or baseball as a kid? Remember sliding into 2nd or 3rd base? In shorts? Yeah, didn't feel all that good getting skinned up, did it? Now try sliding on pavement at 70 mph. Or getting hit by a car when both of you are doing 40 mph. Yep, that's gonna suck, isn't it?"
The neat part about all this was, he's a black guy, I'm white. Nothing was said about the riots or any of the BS going on out on the east coast, much less in Ferguson, right down the road from us maybe 15 miles away. It was all about learning to ride and how to get started on that path. I shared a lot of my hard earned experiences with this random guy, just because of that opening he offered with "Hey, I love that bike! What is it? Is it faster than a GSXR?"
Btw, both of us were picking up our renewals for our concealed carry permits.