The Hi-Yu trail thread got me thinking,(specially since I will be selling both my bikes soon), of some fond memories when I have parted ways with a bike. Maybe 4x (far to many if you ask me), have i actually let go of the handle bars and thought. "go your own way, hopefully i will see you again." Actually it was more like, "you &%$#@!ing piece of shit that is trying to kill me. I am done with you!" The first was 5 minutes (actually less) into my first ride on my new-to-me yz250. I won't tell you where/what trail it was on because it is FAR to embarrassing. Hopping over some waterbars not having a clue what it meant to ride a 2t. Whiskey Throttle and launch into the air. Almost slow motion as I let go of the handle bars...fly, be free. Limped back to the truck with a sore wrist, no front brake, and the fear of getting into something i wasn't ready for nor wanted. Another time was simply making sure the bike stayed on the trail as I started to fall over going down a switchback. Started to fall over downhill side so pushed off "stay, stay there!!" on the bike since i couldn't save it. Bike stayed on the trail as I tumbled a fair distance down the hillside. I think a tree saved me from a continued tumble. Lastly two are pretty much the same. Very tiring day of riding. Should have finished miles ago but "someone" always wants to push on and get another few trails in. Bullying the bike down an incredibly hard section. She starts to slip and I just don't have the energy to save the bike. Release the handle bars and see how far she can make it down the trail on her own. "Bitch, I'll see you at the bottom". Hmmmm, fond memories. Nothing a 2t won't do. She's a wicked beast. Maybe a 4t would be kinder to me?