Easiest thing I did after about 150,000 miles on 80 cubic inches of top heavy slow iron was transfer out of it lol. Was very lucky, not skilled, lucky, not to discover gravity in all that time. Too many distractions, too many chances to die. I would get off my shift and get on my bike to go home. Once on a real motorcycle I thought I died and went to heaven. Used to shake my head thinking "dang, tomarrow I have to ride that lead sled again for 10 hours.". A 1340cc rattle trap and kidney killer, I can't believe I lived through it and still like bikes.
