Teaching the Rules of the Road
Pumping brakes over a daunting mountain pass and pumping fists in a clear-the-house brawl. Grappling big chrome bars through a treacherous canyon and grappling atrociteurs to the death of their game. Defying the laws of physics by masterful roadcraft and defying those who pledge allegiance to the far-eastern feudalism of godforsaken lands.
This is how motorcycling is taught on the American highway.
The rules of the road here are set by stout and hearty men who enforce justice the old fashioned way. These rules are unspoken by words, but readily stated otherwise. Those fortunate quick learners need no more than a slight scowl, steely glare or arched eyebrow to figure it out. Others are richly deserving of a more painstaking education borne of boots, fists and fury. And then there are those who are given no more chances at getting it straight.
Its best to set upon being a quick learner.
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They call me . . . The Highwayman
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Pumping brakes over a daunting mountain pass and pumping fists in a clear-the-house brawl. Grappling big chrome bars through a treacherous canyon and grappling atrociteurs to the death of their game. Defying the laws of physics by masterful roadcraft and defying those who pledge allegiance to the far-eastern feudalism of godforsaken lands.
This is how motorcycling is taught on the American highway.
The rules of the road here are set by stout and hearty men who enforce justice the old fashioned way. These rules are unspoken by words, but readily stated otherwise. Those fortunate quick learners need no more than a slight scowl, steely glare or arched eyebrow to figure it out. Others are richly deserving of a more painstaking education borne of boots, fists and fury. And then there are those who are given no more chances at getting it straight.
Its best to set upon being a quick learner.
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They call me . . . The Highwayman
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