What is it about climbing onto a motorbike that turns normally law-abiding, sensible citizens into raving maniac road loonies?
Just wondering...
(Bling for most creative answer!)
What is it about climbing onto a motorbike that turns normally law-abiding, sensible citizens into raving maniac road loonies?
Just wondering...
(Bling for most creative answer!)
. “No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home.” Kingsley Amis
It's the vibrations between the legs I reckon.
Control failure of the top two inches.
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For the women its a chance to spread their legs and for the men it makes their balls drop
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I mentioned vegetables once, but I think I got away with it...........
I think it all depends on how you sit on the bike that day. If your bollocks are squished in such a way it cuts off the supply of blood to the penis and the brain receives extra blood. The receptors in the brain become saturated causing irrational activity and the hoon is born. Just position yourself more carefully in the seat next time and you'll drive like Miss Daisy. Unfortunately Miss Daisy doesn't have a penis, which explains her irrational driving as she constantly has extra blood flowing through her brain, thus denying her rational thought. This blood flow matters, you only have to observe how Miss Daisy changes throughout any given month of the year.
I didn't think!!! I experimented!!!
The feeling of empowerment and control that comes with straddling a big powerful tool that can flip you on your back and fuck you in a flash or dog any arsehole in front of you then blow past them to the finish line.
Political correctness: a doctrine which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd from the clean end.
I saw a sticker once that said "It's a speed thing, you wouldn't understand". That about sums it up for me. Walking fast doesn't quite give me the dopamine fix that I find I need on regular basis. I gave up skydiving after 600 jumps because it had got boring and I found that I was pushing things to get the same buzz. There was only one way that was going to end. So now I get my fix on the bike between home and work twice a day and occasionally if I am lucky at the weekend. I don't consider myself a raving maniac road loonie, I value my life and that of those around me, but I am aware that at certain times on certain rides an onlooker, or even an enforcement officer, would consider me the devil himself. It's all part of the game called life isn't it?
Well for me yesterday it was showing off for a work colleague who gave me the 'twisting throttle' gesture as I left work at the end of a draining day. (Sorry boss, I'll rake over that the furrow I probably made in our dirt/gravel driveway when I get to work on Monday).
Usually for me it's just the exhileration of the acceleration that does it for me. Yeah. Blame the dopamine!
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It's not 'law abiding', it's legislation abiding.
Just getting in before Akzle does.
Post #11, from tbs, is the winner. So far anyway.
That cartoon is 62 years old. Kinda says something, dunnit?
. “No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home.” Kingsley Amis
I do it for lulz.
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