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Scooter riders are gay. Ducati riders are pretentious. GSXR riders are morons and temporary citizens. BMW riders and cardigan wearing serial killers.   Joe Public is also the guy at the barbeque, as he’s tossing burger and steak on the grill he’s chewing off your ear about some guy that he knew who got monumentally fucked up when he threw his brand new Hayabusa down the road – and he’d only had it... as his first bike for seven minutes.Now, I’m a biker; and I know there is some truth to BMW riders being cardigan wearing serial killers, and The Ducatisti being pretentious. Clearly they’re very wrong about GSXR riders, and Del Fuego would cry into his mochafrappachino if I didn’t debunk the theory that scooter riders are latte sipping poofs… But, Joe Public, well, he’s actually sort of right. It is me, filtering down lanes of traffic, Yoshimura announcing to the world my imminent demise as I ride fast enough to set the world aflame. And it is my racetrack, so get your damned Prius off my road. But, we do it anyway. Despite the lack of care, the sometimes open hostility from other road users, and the stupidly high danger levels. And most of us defend it to the last, rational arguments are cast aside, it’s an emotive and illogical thing to hop astride a modern bike and wick the throttle. Our love of two wheels lasts a lifetime, and outlives fads, careers, or even marriages. Even "born agains" come full circle to embrace the youth that they lost when they took on the responsibilities (burden) of adulthood. |
