Dear motorist. When you go out at night and decide to drink and drive, it is not funny to tell a motorcyclist that his brake lights are out when they are not. The people that fall for this fun game you play to brighten up your sad lives when masturbation is not an option are inexperienced riders and people who are still learning to ride, hence more prone to getting hurt. It is not funny. I was lucky enough to just dig my pegs in the sand when the road turned slightly, but if I had not spent pretty much every waking moment on my bike since I got it, or had been trained by the phenomenally talented Billy de Beer, I could have been dead, so stop playing with peoples lives just because you dont have one. However, to those two sad wankers who had a good laugh tonight, as you sped off, I did manage to memorise your number plate and the make, model and colour of your car, which you seem to treat as a toy on public roads, you also more than likely live in my area as I was almost home, so if we do meet again you will wish that one of your drunken driving expeditions had killed you, because I wont be as quick and merciful, for I will not only bliksem you for me, but for every biker who has been injured or infinitely worse died at the hands of this childish prank practiced by those with small penises. To my two-wheeled brothers and sisters. If somebody tells you your brake lights are not working. Stop at the traffic light and check them. If they work, do not believe the motorist when he says that they werent working when you were riding. Do not ride when requested as the motorist will suggest that they only dont work when you are riding. Your natural instinct is to look back at your brake light and not in the road in front of you and the motorist will continue to prompt you to do so until you hit a kerb or anything else after which they speed away laughing at your expense. I wouldnt have believed how sick this world has become if I didnt experience it for myself. Thank goodness, the kerb I hit, I barely did as my braided hoses stop like they are on steroids and my pegs just scraped over the sand bedding on the middle man. As you can imagine, it couldve been much worse, so keep your eyes open. Not only are there negligent drivers there, there are now also psychotically sick ones whose penises are smaller than the starter switch on your bike and they see that as just cause to prank you off the road. No pegs were harmed during the writing of this post, so Ill see at the breakfast run in a couple of hours. And to all those four-wheeled enthusiasts who feel Im attacking motorists, Im not, but I do not know a single motorcyclist who will stoop that low as they face the same dangers I do, day in and day out. Never mind think bike....some people just dont think at all.
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 01:24:32 +0000
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