#bikers
A basic idea.
You have the right to wave your arms as much as you would like until
your arms interfere with me.
Until you strike me or you're causing a disturbance in my space. Which
exceeds your right to waive your arms.
Simple principle, or so it sounds.
This whole idea in modern times, how we look at individual rights.
(We've tried to reduce everything into group thinking, into group projects and team effort, and erase the individual as much as possible. )
I believe that a person has the right to do what they would like with their body, but I also believe that that right stops when you start Infringing on the rights of others.
( No one wants to talk about Thomas Hobbes and his contributions to the theory of individual rights. )
A basic idea
More specifically is this whole thing about motorcycles..
“Shared public roads where ordinary people are just trying to get around safely are different from voluntary extreme sports or contained risk environments that 2 wheeled vehicle swere developed for and should be restricted to.”
We outlawed 3 wheelers for a reason but we won’t do anything about a vehicle with even less wheels … ?
Now if you want to smoke, that's one thing. If you want to get a tattoo, that's one thing. If you want to live a wildlife and put all kinds of chemicals in your body, as long as you're not going out putting other people in danger. OK, I'm all for it
Be as free as you want.
Be as punk rock as you want. Be as rebellious as you want.
Whatever label you choose to associate with, I'm OK with all that, and I'll defend you.
I stood up to take a bullet for the countries that gave the world these .
Sign the papers, volunteered for the service because I believe in these ideas.
Motorcycles though.
That's a whole nother story.
You don't have the right to just weave in and out of traffic, regardless of what the traffic laws say. In England, it may be legal here in the United States,
I see you doing that, I'm gonna open my door, smack you, knock you down.
I don't care what the damage is.
I don't care. I'll run you over with my SUV / I'll slam on my brakes and let your rear end me. I don't care.
Now, this comes from a person who my own family members. In particular, many whom I love died on a motorcycle. Now does that make me more bitter? It's beside the point, it really is.
But yes, I also take it personally.
A person is 38%. More likely to die on a stupid motorcylce .
They cause more traffic accidents and are the reason more people go to the hospital for Vehicle related incidents, than all the others put together.
If you're on one and you think that makes you cool, you're automatically, in my book, an idiot.
Automatically owning a toy or a machine and thinking that it does something for your status because of the number of wheels that it has ?? , it's completely ridiculous
and equating it with freedom or some personal right ?
You have additional rights now ? - that you have to put yourself and other people in danger.
You put other people in danger because WHEN you go down, ys when , not if. ... everybody around you slams on their brakes and we're all weaving and swerving and trying not to run over you.
And you got nowhere else to go except for the ground.
And I don't care how bad you are, you hit the ground at 50-60 miles an hour. You're going to destroy your internal organs.
You're going to die.
That helmet isn't going to do a thing to save you
And do you deserve to die? Yeah, more than likely.
Because
1; you were stupid enough to buy the thing.
2 ;you were stupid enough to think that somehow it makes you cool.
3; you were stupid enough to think that somehow it equates to personal freedom.
And 4; you're out there breaking all kinds of laws and ******* your fellow motorists off
and not doing a responsible job sharing the road.
Just because your vehicle can do things that other vehicles can't does not give you the right to do them.
People want predictability out of the other driver.
They want to understand clearly what it is that you are doing.
That way they can go from point A to point B safely, which should be the goal of everyone.
The motorcycle is not a safe vehicle.
It never has been and it never will be.
There's no way to clear your body from the thing at velocity in a safe manner.
It is a death trap.
If you ride , you will eventually be either critically injured or killed. Your bones will be severely broken. If not, you will die. And I'm telling you that I'm a member of a club with millions of members that are not looking out for you. We're doing quite the Opposite
We are wishing you harm.
We're tired of wanting you to park the stupid thing.
Stop buying the thing and denounce those who sell the stupid thing.
Not only that, but if you want to ride it,
go get a motocross bike and jump it on a closed circuit with other idiots that you can run into all you want
because there's no cars on the track.
If you want to use it in that capacity, go ahead, but you shouldn't be allowed to drive it anywhere else. You shouldn't be allowed to drive it down a sidewalk for sure. It's not a bicycle. You shouldn't be allowed special privileges for parking anywhere. Just because you're a ****** bag.
The message of the motorcycle is as bad as marketing and advertising can possibly get. If you watch movies like Top Gun or any of these other stupid shows that glamorize the ownership or the use of such a vehicle, and you believe that that's somehow going to affect you. And your private or personal life?
OK, it's a miserable experience. You get on the thing. Your knees are cold, your thighs are cold, your face is getting hit by bugs. You got to wear the stupid helmet. Then your hair's all ******* up. You're all sweaty. You got to put on the same sweaty, ***** gross helmet over and over again. Fingers are chapped. Your knuckles are chapped. Your back is screaming. Your lower back is hurt. You're in a cramped, weird, stupid, awkward position. ... it's a horrible experience . Anyone around your cheap toy plastic death trap can’t hear most of the time. And you burn yourself by touching any of the sides of it.
and it can fall over on you or a child
and you can't really put it in reverse or manipulate it at way too many angles
and on way too many type s of incline or surfaces it falls over.
And you're expecting all the rest of the world to capitulate to you and your desires and wait as you struggle with it. .
And then you're trying to convince a chick that it's cool for her to get on the back of it
so that you can not only put your life in danger,
other driver's life's in danger
but her life in danger too.
The safety of motorcycles compared to other forms of transportation is nowhere near equitable. The amount of people that die on motorcycles every single day and do not survive any type of collision or crash compared to the amount of survivor car crashes.
To deny that argument would be like saying that it's OK to walk around with lions on leashes, or for every idiot to just have a loaded firearm in public.
The road is a shared public space. When something that causes that amount of harm on a daily and continual basis. . It's not just the harm, it's the cost. Not just the emotional cost, but the cost for everyone else's insurance. And the cost of health care.
I mean, we're talking about a day and age that we live in where people have said we're not going to do Plastic bags anymore. We're not going to allow people to be around smokers anymore.
We can and do have a responsibility to protect our shared public spaces and to make them safe for everyone.
Saying that a person rides a motorcycle and “ oh , he hasn't died yet is idiotic. It's only a matter of time.”
And yes, I'm going beyond that and saying, oh, you think it's so safe and you use it all the time with no problems ..? Well Wait till I come up beside you and give you a little nudge. Then we'll see how safe you think it is and how “ cool “ you are.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 12:32 AM UTC
Summer rain storm
Soaks me to the bone.
Lying on concrete all alone,
under the overpass,
Cars blowing by,
I know they laugh.
I understand why.
But what they don't realize,
is that I'm laughing too.
I wouldn't trade this life,
because, I know.
I may be wet,
but I'm freer than you.
Give me a highway, a lonesome stretch of gray.
(Thanks for the line Bob)
And I'll be alright,
I'll find my way.
And if it rains, let it pour,
Let it wash my cares away,
I won't complain,
I love the rain.
Besides,
I probably needed a bath anyway.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
Now you read my title,
it isn't what it seems,
but I love him.
I love his color, the way he shines so bright,
The way he let's me put my legs around him tight.
When I turn him on, he fires up strong, then I think of my favorite song.
My legs begin to shake, as I pull towards the tank,
Clutch in, gear down, throttle up and let's go to town
then off we go riding through the sun, fire strong like a love so long.
I love him,
My black velvet.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 4:00 AM UTC
There's something about the rumbling sound beneath our feet in the summers heat and the smell of exhaust covering our leather jackets and jeans.
I want to take my beauty and ride her from day until dawn.
I want to take her on adventures that we never seen before to make our ride as magical as it should seem.
When your with me, i feel free, because you're my stallion, my black beauty Queen.
The virago roars and runs beneath my *** as my hair dances in the wind to the sound of my bikes heart beat matching to mine when adrenaline's meet.
She's loud, dark and fun.
So exciting, all the places that me and you can see.
Let's ride into the sunset, where our heaven meets and it's just me, you and my black beauty.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC
Homeward headed, I was driving my way
Down I-95 past the Old Mill Way in a yawn,
Turning the radio on and looking to play
Something to keep my consciousness on.
Few cars out at 1:00; it had been a long day;
I'd stopped off at Charlie's to sit with a friend
To blow out the kinks and let myself say
What a **** the company minion had been.
Four hours burned off like the late morning haze;
When I'd sobered back steady, was able to drive,
I paid off my tab, left my friends in a daze,
Headed the Jeep to the feed ramp for old 95.
At one in the morning, the traffic was thin;
When I heard Harleys roaring behind,
I scoped the mirror for the lanes they were in,
Double-blinked then to see if I was road-blind.
No bikers behind, no bikers beside, but sound
Like a squadron blared loud, and I felt a cold chill,
Thought better of having the last couple rounds,
Wished I'd stayed an hour before I'd settled my bill.
I glanced to the side, though the sound was all 'round,
Saw a glimmer of green glowing chrome in the dark,
And fire ethereal from pipes blooming sound,
From a Shovelhead, barely visible, flat black and stark.
But the rider's appearance emptied my chest:
Dark goggles, full beard and a gray flowing mane,
Black leather with signs on his tattery vest
And a number embroidered below the man's name:
"Rider 88" glowed red through the gloom,
A ******** burned on the withering arm:
"We rise again!" I heard a voice of doom,
"We're meeting at the old red barn!"
He wasn't alone, though I couldn't see
The posse he rode with, the pack he was in;
I felt a squadron of hellions run through me,
Concussive, incessant, their rattling din.
And then, except pavement beneath the Jeep's tires,
The howling of wind and crackling "Cotton-eyed Joe,"
Nothing but the road after midnight, no sirens or fires,
And me, shaking hands on the wheel, alone.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC