When I was 13 years old, living in Las Vegas, I bought a Honda 50, my first bike. Across the street lived fat Francine, her father ran the Mint casino downtown. She used to ask for a ride almost daily.
I finally gave in. She perched her rather large self on the back of the little Honda. Being the kind of kid I was, I pulled in the clutch, dropped her into first, revved that little Honda as high as she'd go, and let go of the clutch. The front wheel shot skyward and fat Francine shot straight off the back, taking my tail light with her.
I was very disappointed when she refused to pay for the tail light. After all, I gave her a **** ride.