[stranglewank]

I hate cyclists more than anything. On my street, every day when I go to our post office, a douchebag rides in the center of the road instead of the bike lane that’s literally fucking 2 meters to his right. But instead, I can’t make a right turn like everybody else would be doing at the intersection, since mr cyclist needs to enjoy the scenery.

But about motorcyclists, just like gun owners, there are two different types: Retards that just recklessly fuck around, or people that are ridiculously over-cautious because they comprehend the danger of what they’re using.

My dad in the 60’s was in the ‘retard’ category, since he would play what he and his friends referred to as motorcycle roulette. They would ride their bikes at 120+mph up and down a hill that had traffic lights at the bottom of it. Basically, the point was that when you start off, because of the hill, you can’t see if the lights are green or red, and if they’re green you’re good, but if they’re red, you have to hope that you’re travelling faster than the cars that are coming at you from both sides; you’re travelling to fast to be able to stop by the time you see the lights, and your only option is to hope for the best.

How I’m here today is beyond me, based on the dumb shit my dad used to do.