Wednesday. About 6:30pm.
You: Mid 90's Ninja 600r. Westbound on Canada Way at Edmonds. Wearing what looked like a soccer jersey, some sweats, running shoes, no gloves and an HJC with the chin strap undone. Attempting to ride (re: bunny-hop) your bike through the intersection.
Us: Two bikes northbound on Edmonds. Looking very worried. Talking about you with the cagers who were concerned enough to roll down their window and say, "That's gotta be painful for you guys to watch" and "What the hell is wrong with that guy?"
Advice: Get some gear. Get some training. Until you do, get the hell off the road or you're going to kill yourself.