
Originally Posted by
Katman
It pisses me off that a statement can be made like the one I quoted above
Kewl…

Originally Posted by
davereid
Helmets, jackets, lights on and pink fluoro jackets may help. But they arent as good as seatbelts, active stability control, 4 wheel ABS, 16 airbags, and 3 feet of crumple zone.

Originally Posted by
davereid
Helmets, jackets, lights on and pink fluoro jackets may help. But they arent as good as seatbelts, active stability control, 4 wheel ABS, 16 airbags, and 3 feet of crumple zone.

Originally Posted by
davereid
Helmets, jackets, lights on and pink fluoro jackets may help. But they arent as good as seatbelts, active stability control, 4 wheel ABS, 16 airbags, and 3 feet of crumple zone.

Originally Posted by
davereid
Helmets, jackets, lights on and pink fluoro jackets may help. But they arent as good as seatbelts, active stability control, 4 wheel ABS, 16 airbags, and 3 feet of crumple zone.
Now go away and be pissed quietly in a corner somewhere.

Originally Posted by
AllanB
Mid-life crisis - probably true of lots of riders, so what, who cares why you get back into it,
Mythological urban stereotype. There's fuck all critical about the phenomena, quite the opposite, it's a slackening of social and financial restrictions, allowing a return to something most of us never really left willingly.

Originally Posted by
AllanB
Bikers being a notoriously hard bunch to educate - classic comment - I may get T-shirts printed

Put me down for an XL. Suggestions for appropriate graphics should be forwarded to AllanB, care of the society for the prevention of gratuitous social engineering.
I’m a quiet, unassuming type. But the fact that my tax contributions are spent on the “educational” bullshit I see on the rare occasion I watch TV makes me a tad annoyed. I’d have seen the extraordinarily dumbed-down parody of a news show I had the misfortune to be unable to avoid last night as classic comedy, except for the dark suspicion that there’s almost certainly at least six people out there that were indeed shocked and horrored, and will spend Monday’s smoko break alternating between deriding all dem monstrously irrational old bikers and wiping spittle from their chins.
Go soothingly on the grease mud, as there lurks the skid demon
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