Back in 74 my best friend bought a CB 175 when I still had my CL 350. It was fun riding around together and I showed him my favorite places I would go to chill on the weekends. A stand of pine trees on top of the Santa Monica mountains where we would have to ride through the Manseneta brush trails like tunnels and other cool places.
He got a job where I worked at the wheelchair factory and it looked like he was doing real good. One day he didn't have money for lunch and wanted one of my chili cheese dogs I got from the roach coach. He lived at home and would bring his own lunch so I told him no. He decided to go home for lunch. We only had 1/2 hour, there was no way he could make it back in time. He was angry at me and went anyway.
He never came back. On the way a catering truck turned left in front of him. His handlebars were bent into a V. He landed face first, busted both arms and a leg. Of course it was my fault he had the accident and lost his job.
From that time on I don't recommend ANYONE buy a bike and I have no interest in having a "riding buddy". It's enough to be responsible for myself without having to worry about others.
When you're on a bike you only have one person to take care of and that's YOU.
Cold sounding I know but it's the truth.
Steve