I had a honda rebel for sale last summer and a guy wanted to buy it. I rode it to the parking lot of the place he works so he could take it for a spin. he claimed he knew how to ride... I sat on the curb and he hopped on and twisted the throttle and popped the clutch. Dude, he made that little 250 wheelie, threw his legs off in mid air, never let off the throttle for a second, and then got wobbly and flew around a parked car. I couldn't see but all I heard was the sound of crunching metal and a scream of pain from some serious road rash. He was okay, the bike was not. he bought it right then, or I would have punched his lights out.