My biking confession

A ‘mate’ of mine, when I, er, he, was 16 and the proud owner of a Honda MB-5, wanted to see what a burn out was like so thought it best to start the bike on the centre stand, put the bike in 3rd, rev it then push down on the rear end of the bike to get the spinning tyre in contact with the concrete carport ‘road’ surface.

My, I mean his, bike subsequently shot 10 feet forward into my, er, his, parents’ garage doors, causing a fair bit of damage.  Damage to which I, er, he, has still not admitted