In my youth, my grandfather gifted me an NSR150R. It was 1995. I was 16. The road was not as cramped as today's traffic, but it was smaller. Still, potholes and hazard was just as bad as today. Some things never changes, I guess? ABS? Traction Control? Riding assist? Power modes? hahahaha! I noticed early on that, in general, every 2strokes bikes has several similarities. Lightweight, screaming top end power, and an absolute beast of stopping power. So in my young mind, I immediately imagined that under emergency situation when I go fast, the bike will stop as soon as I grip the brake, but I won't be. My body was too light and too small to have enough mass to keep me planted on the bike. So I never dare myself pushing it. To this day, that bike still scared the hell out of me, but at the same time, it was the bike that ignites something inside me. I never had the guts to push it to the limit, but I did had a blast with it. Alas, despite my careful riding style, I barely survive it. Still haven't lift several steel pins that they stuck inside my clavicle and rib bones. Chipped a small portion of my skull too, right above left eye socket. I always blame myself on every accidents I got by simply thinking it was skill issue. Essentially uneducated decisions that leads to unfortunate circumstances. I was so careful, I never crash my front to anyone or properties. But I did got hit from behind so many times. Understandably, this was because every other vehicle in that era, only few models has similar stopping power. Not just fellow by bikers either. Cars, trucks, buses. May sound crazy, but it is what it is. Or rather, was. 2 strokes sport bikes were truly something special. I'd still do it all over again. With all my experience using a mere 150cc singles, I can only shudder to imagine what kind of crazy stories 250cc rider has.