you see here’s the thing about
you see here’s the thing about biker gangs. don’t mess with them. and if you do make sure you have had some prior form of professional training in defense. this is not to say all bikers are snarling hairy dudes and gals with obscene amounts of tattoos and right guard deodorant and whatnot, but i am confident in saying that the copious amounts of television i watch are not entirely fabricated when it comes to the general dispositions of bikers and the aforementioned gangs.
perhaps motorcyclists assume a greater amount of authority and act supercilious to moms and other drivers of cars and stuff because bikers drive motorcycles. “oh hey chrysler! i’m doing this on two wheels dumbass! hahah!”
..dick.
hold on a minute. let me just reiterate that i’m not ripping on the whole population of bikers. i don’t want the nice bikers to transform into the mean ones and come after me in my walkup apartment in manhattan…the view is too good to waste and i don’t want to get a tattoo on the back of my neck that says “power” or “blood” or some area code in order to convince them i’m one of the pack. but who can honestly refrain from saying that the world would be a safer place without the two wheeled vehicles of death, along with the more dangerous of the leather wearing biker brethren. or maybe we can create some sort of fenced in area where bikers can drive and injure however they please. cage free biker gangs. they probably have that already somewhere in the world. greenland. i don’t know.
anyway, i’m probably gonna get a motorcycle tomorrow or something so it just made me think for a second.
