Luke Grimes

I had a bike for a couple months in LA and I went on a ride and it's one of those things, you have to have the bug.

You either have it or you don't.

I was trying to get the bug, because I wanted that to be a part of my identity.

I wanted to be a guy who rode motorcycles.

So I rode up the Pacific Coast Highway and I was kind of riding up through like Ojai and going around this corner, you know, this sort of like cliffside and that thing where if you stare at something, that's where you're going to go.

And I just kind of was like zoned out and I almost ate shit right into the side of this cliff.

And I was alone.

Like if I would have done it, it would have been forever until anyone figured out like what had happened to me.

You know, and I kind of, it was a really, really close call, and I got off the bike, and I kind of sat there for a minute, and I was like, yeah, I don't love it enough to die this way.

You know what I mean?

I don't need this in my life, and I never, never did it again.

No, but my 70-year-old neighbor just hit a deer.

70 years old on his like, you know, one of the BMW like adventure bikes.

Oh.

And he was going 70 on the highway and hit a deer.

Yeah.

And he's fine, dude.

This guy's a tank.

How old was he?

70.