Over the past year, I’ve been hearing a radio ad paid for by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania Department of Transportation pointing out that the front drivers windshield support makes a good view blocker, causing many car drivers to make a left turn, hitting and killing many motorcyclists. The ad ends with something to the tune of “Don’t Live with a Lifetime of Regret” by hitting and killing a biker.
Fair enough, as a matter of fact, I have a good friend that was killed on a Harley this way.
Interestingly ENOUGH, this ad is running in Pennsylvania, a state where helmets are not required (which, by the way, my friend was not wearing).
Before I have to endure another lecture from the same friggin’ state that legalized riding these death machines without helmets, how about running THESE ads to . . . MOTORCYCLISTS:
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Tailgating motorists then passing them at 65 mph in a 45 mph zone, with an unhelmeted passenger riding bitch . . . at 10:45 at night . . . might be a LITTLE dangerous.
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Weaving in and out of traffic in a traffic jam to get ahead of cars is not the safest thing in the world.
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Just because you LOOK like a tough biker, without a helmet, doesn’t give you the right to ride up my ass in the passing lane when I’m going 75mph.
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You might think its macho, but not everyone at the open air restaurant appreciates it when your rev up your tough, manly Harleys, not only deafening the other patrons, but spilling noxious fumes into the restaurant itself. Sorry, gasoline vapors do NOT make good seasoning on a a steak fajita, and frankly, aren’t very good for the environment, either.
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Despite what YOU might think, the freeway is NOT a fucking MotoGP track, free for you and your wanna-be Hell’s Angels asshole buddies to be holding a 90-100mph sprint on, endangering not only your worthless asses, but more importantly, other motorists.
I’m not even going to get into the fact that just the vehicle itself leads to clubs that turn into gangs of criminal piece of shit scumbags like the Hell’s Angels, Mongols, or Outlaws, or Pagans or the Warlocks.
Or that every single friend I know that owns a motorcycle, not minus ONE exception, has been in at least one wipeout that sent them to the hospital.
Nor will I at this time complain about how a nice, quiet afternoon can be easily ruined by Evel Knievel Jr. down the street revving up his hog all day, and then riding up and down our street over the speed limit at 150+ decibels.
And I will hold my tongue at saying that if I had my druthers, I would dump every single fucking motorcycle into the sea, and have them wiped off the planet forever—because I’m sure some smart ass motorcyclist will point out one thing I do that annoys them, so I will continue to hold my tongue at saying that.
But Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, until you make motorcyclists wear helmets again, and start cracking down on these two wheeled assholes menacing our highways, please, please spare ME the fucking lecture.