I’m not autistic, nor have I ever gravely injured someone through my own action (or inaction) that I know of, but I will tell you this: I don’t understand how these attention-starved children driving these rice burners with their goddamn POW POW UNF POW exhaust systems (and you fuckers know what I’m talking about) are allowed to exist.
I am not a violent person, but I would read their obituaries with great satisfaction.
As a former rider who had a very quite bike and almost got killed by a driver, I totally understand the desire to have a noisy bike. Noisy bikes save lives.
I’m not autistic, nor have I ever gravely injured someone through my own action (or inaction) that I know of, but I will tell you this: I don’t understand how these attention-starved children driving these rice burners with their goddamn POW POW UNF POW exhaust systems (and you fuckers know what I’m talking about) are allowed to exist.
I am not a violent person, but I would read their obituaries with great satisfaction.
As a former rider who had a very quite bike and almost got killed by a driver, I totally understand the desire to have a noisy bike. Noisy bikes save lives.
Dass only in the mornin’.
Iss like a alarm clock.
Iss dat woo WOO!
Source: Bubb Rubb and Little Sis
Just for decoration!
But how else will they tell everyone that they’re big and tough?
I can’t get over how DSG exhaust sound like farts.
Its completely unnecessary too.