I've encountered a lot of criticism aimed at the adventurous on this site, a lot of strong words for what the more opinionated among you refer to as Wing Commanders, donors and squids. You spew much venom at the suntanned kids showing off their shiny new motorcycles in uptown. You have gotten arrogant in your snug safety suits.
While you're busy picking color-coordinated outfits and DOT approved helmets, these brave souls are out there testing road safety with nothing between them and the pavement but a speedo and the gyroscopic effect. It's not just any jackass can pop a wheelie down Lake Street in rush hour traffic. It's a jackass with a fast bike and a short life expectancy.
You can badmouth them all you like, but these adrenaline-and-admiration-thirsty young men are exercising their godgiven right to stupidity, and I am vigorously supportive of Man's right to hurt himself. One way or another the herd will be thinned, and I am glad these kids lay their life down on the Interstate; I'd rather go that way, too, instead of baking and bleeding to death in the Iraqi desert.
I'm sure Darwin would agree.
And think about it: who else would provide all these vibrant organs to the ill and needy? Not you safety-first old bags. It's those kind and selfless suntanned kids. What better source for a good working heart than a steaming pile of meat freshly scraped off the hot summer blacktop? It's a fitting contribution to society, god bless them. You know I'm right.
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SausageCreature
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