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A good friend on mine, and fellow biker, used to be an underground train driver in London before coming to NZ. I once asked him about people that throw themselves in front of the trains.. He said that he still remembers the look on the guys face as it went under the wheels.. that and the month of therapy after the event..

Any one that would do that is just selfish.. they couldn't do anything worth while when they were alive, so they screw up some one else when they die...

I wonder if it would be possible to build a wooden ramp on the side of the road, facing oncomming from the opposite side of the road (and quick enough that the police did not notice). Now that would be the way to go. Use math to figure out how far away the truck needs to be before jumping to fly at him at 140 mph, on the way down from the jump. To fly across the midsection and other cars, a good 20 feet in the air.

It would take work to figure out how to avoid hitting the windshield of the truck, to not hurt the driver, and to avoid landing too low and going under the truck. The key is to hit the grill square. There would only be one chance. And it would require a laser or radar detector to figure out the vector and acceleration of the truck, and to predict the reaction of the driver. It would be even better if a friend was driving the truck.

The great thing about going this way is 99% of the people would have no idea about what went into planning it. They would just see a busted up motorcycle and a dead guy with a smile on his face. The other 1% would smile and say there went a gifted fellow.

Now, the only thing left is to leave a big stereo on the side of the highway with Iron Maiden playing.

If it was me, I'd do a quick Nixon on the way up. I don't have anything cleaver to do on the way down than hang on the bars.

Magnum wrote:I wonder if it would be possible to build a wooden ramp on the side of the road, facing oncomming from the opposite side of the road (and quick enough that the police did not notice). Now that would be the way to go. Use math to figure out how far away the truck needs to be before jumping to fly at him at 140 mph, on the way down from the jump. To fly across the midsection and other cars, a good 20 feet in the air.

It would take work to figure out how to avoid hitting the windshield of the truck, to not hurt the driver, and to avoid landing too low and going under the truck. The key is to hit the grill square. There would only be one chance. And it would require a laser or radar detector to figure out the vector and acceleration of the truck, and to predict the reaction of the driver. It would be even better if a friend was driving the truck.

The great thing about going this way is 99% of the people would have no idea about what went into planning it. They would just see a busted up motorcycle and a dead guy with a smile on his face. The other 1% would smile and say there went a gifted fellow.

Now, the only thing left is to leave a big stereo on the side of the highway with Iron Maiden playing.

If it was me, I'd do a quick Nixon on the way up. I don't have anything cleaver to do on the way down than hang on the bars.

That is completely sick and twisted.

Why do I still love it so much?

Don't kill yourself unless you don't have an option. There's ALWAYS an option. New countries. New lives somewhere else. Become Che Guevara and take a ride that opens your eyes about the world. He did it by bumming his way along the whole time. No money needed. Remember: It's live to ride, not die to ride.