Late one night, behind a Los Angeles Target retail store, I nearly looped out my commuter vehicle and grocery getter: a minty black Kawasaki Ninja 636. A common story shared by many “stunters” who decided one night they wanted to learn to wheelie. Sports with leather balls, rules and men with whistles never made much sense to me. I liked technical sports with natural progression, skills earned through meticulous steps and sports that if you mess up, it’s no whistle, you get mangled!