The risk of becoming a meat crayon on the pavement is very real, but fortunately for me childhood trauma has given me an enormous appetite for risk and I feel most alive sitting atop an engine with wheels hurling down the highway with the risk of death or dismemberment lurking in my subconscious.
Contrary example: all the dipshit drivers on the road and nothing between you and their vehicle.
The risk of becoming a meat crayon on the pavement is very real, but fortunately for me childhood trauma has given me an enormous appetite for risk and I feel most alive sitting atop an engine with wheels hurling down the highway with the risk of death or dismemberment lurking in my subconscious.
Yeah, but they are fat and slow and very obviously out to get you. You’re quick and nimble, just stay the fuck away from all the other idiots.
Works on a motorcycle too.