Girl: Slow down. Im scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
-:- Girl hugs him -:-
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? Its bugging me.
(In the paper the next day): A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived.
The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.
This was going around Google Plus a couple of weeks ago, which was a neat throwback to 2005. The story is of a guy speeding on a motorcycle, realizing his brakes were shot, and giving his woman his helmet so she would live. It’s often entitled The Meaning of True Love. So let’s talk about this a bit.
The true love wasn’t true enough to get his love a motorcycle helmet of her own, nor was he concerned enough for her safety to keep it under 100mph. He also didn’t bother to inspect his bike to make sure what she was riding on wouldn’t kill her. He also put her life at risk because he didn’t know anything about riding a motorcycle (or the author of this little fabrication didn’t).
He also seems to have done this bit of psychotic endangerment in order to force the girl to tell him she loves him.
If you’ve never ridden a motorcycle, this sort of exchange might sound plausible. However try sticking your head out a window at 40+mph and try having a conversation with someone behind you. Sound travels in the direction your head is pointed, which makes it notoriously hard for a motorcycle driver to talk to a passenger.
This is why we have Bluetooth headsets to talk to the person less than a foot behind us. Which his love didn’t have because she didn’t have a helmet.
The conversation couldn’t have happened.
The brake issue
Anyone who has ridden a motorcycle knows there are two brakes that are independent of each other. But for arguments sake let’s assume that somehow both of the brakes completely went out.
You can let off on the throttle and the bike slows down.
You can downshift and the bike slows down.
You can pull the clutch and the bike slows down unless you’re going downhill.
The timing of this story indicates that the driver removed the helmet and gave it to his girlfriend and she had it on when they crashed. To take off the easiest helmet in the world and put it on someone else takes about 14 seconds and requires two hands, which means either he took his hands off of the controls, in which case the motorcycle would suddenly start engine braking, or he had his girlfriend remove the helmet while he was facing forward and she had to contend with 100mph winds attempting to rip the helmet from her grip.
When you let off the throttle on a motorcycle the engine starts slowing you as opposed to speeding you up. Just for laughs I decided to take a Yamaha YZF R6 and see what it would do when you simply let off the gas and just let it stick in 5th gear.
What happens is a nice controlled brake, which gets you into the survivable range within about 7 seconds when you’re doing less than 70mph. Basically 10mph per second is what I concluded.
The maximum speed of a motorcycle unless factory modified we can assume to be about 186mph. We’ll assume they probably didn’t get above 150 because really, two people on a motorcycle at 150 with one without a helmet is solid pain with the air whipping. It also requires a lot of power and a straight line. So we’re probably looking at roughly 15-20 seconds worth of time required to just coast to a reasonable speed.
Story is obvious drivel written up by someone whose idea of love is endangering the one they care about in order to force them to tell him she loves him in order to stop scaring her. The author has no idea of how motorcycles work, how wind works, or what a good relationship is.
So yeah anonymous internet writer circa 2005, your story sucks