Why do you even put sh*t like this in here? some bozo decides gee I better grow up now....these murdersickles are just too dangerous. Give me a f*ckin' break. Plus it's bullsh*t anyway, " I sold it to a kid barely out of high school...so far he's still alive though he's laid the Harley down a time or two. What High school kid even wants aHarley, and which one can afford one?.... Must have been that one ******* on here awile back that was trying to convince us that sh*tting himself, locking up the rear brake and dropping the bike was what he planned to do.
And a heart attack 2 1/2 years ago woke me up to the fact that I'd better get busy living with all the passion I can muster. The guy is dead inside already. Best to bury him now before he farts out any more crap like that.
I started to feel like that once, that riding was a stupidly risky thing to do. All of the dangers paraded through my head. And I looked at the statistics. But gross statistics don't apply to people who ride sensibly, who have rider training, and who know when it's a good idea to go flat out and when it's not. The statistics also don't apply to people with Aerostitch suits in that lovely screaming yellow that "can be seen in the dark by the blind." I also wear a full coverage helmet, have a headlight modulator and always wear boots and gloves. When it's hot I leave the 'Stitch home and wear upper body armor. My cure for feeling scared about biking is a very curvy road on my XB12Ss. Lean it in deep and as you come out of the corner, feed power to the rear tire. As you straighten up, give it more. At this point, you may or may not consider wiping the grin off your face.
I guess I'm just an immature bastard. I am 55. When I hit middle age, I will consider switching to a sidecar rig, but only if I have to.
Ya, this guy is dead already, who the f*** cares, etc., until he starts lobbying to outlaw "those dangerous murdersickles." It's assholes like this who end up trying to tell the rest of us how to live. *******.
I had a heart transplant 2 years ago and the donor was highly likely a biker. I've been riding for 40 years and the first thing I did when I recovered was get on my bike and ride as far as I could. Life is to be embraced for it's passions and motorcycling is one of mine ,why would I ever quit?If my donor was indeed a biker I'm sure he would be proud of me
Life has nothing left for him, if all he's doing is 'staring glassy-eyed' towards a coffin at a future date. I wonder that he can eat food at all, since he might choke on a bone or a stick of celery. He should throw out all sharp implements, since they can cut flesh. Wear long sleeves and hats all the time; you never know when the UV's gonna give you cancer--while he's at it, don't pump your own gas, since breathing the fumes can do the same. In fact, you can still die driving, or bicycling, or walking for chrissake, so don't leave the house. Oh, no! How will he make a living, if he can't get to work?
What a sorry excuse for a mortal being. He needs to eat a gun or something, because he hates living.
the guy's thesis is basically "I'm afraid to die, living is dangerous, therefore, I'll give up living so that I won't die." Absolutely ridiculous! Motorcycling has given me some of the greatest moments of joy that I have known. I'm not so afraid of dying that I'm willing to give up that which makes my life worth living.
I think more people should be able to realize that they shouldn't be on the road. If the guy doesn't feel he should ride and sells his bike I say more power to him. I wish more people that drive cars would realize they should give it up.