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Monday, December 7, 2015

Where's The (Family) Love?

Anyone that rides, knows that cage drivers are a breed to be wary of.  Whether they're stuffing their faces, playing with their GPS', or finger diddling their phones, they're not focused on the road, which means they're a danger to those of us on two wheels.  It's unfortunate, but it's something that riders are aware of and we do our best to prevent any unwanted introductions to their bumpers.

So one would think that folks who ride would understand that they should drive carefully - especially when driving a cage - and watch out for their brothers and sisters of the two wheeled variety.

Why is it, then,  that some of the worst offenders are these idiots whose vehicles are boldly displaying (HD, Victory, crotch rocket - take your pick) window decals or bumper stickers or hitch receiver caps?   If  you're sporting one of these "I ride a motorcycle" proclamations and then you almost wipe one of us out, the Road Gods should immediately materialize and shove that decal/sticker/hitch cap up your ass.  Or let me do it, if the Gods themselves are too busy to make a personal appearance.

At the least (and in particular to the asshat from this morning who is the pretext for today's rant); take the decal/sticker/hitch cap off of your vehicle and throw it away.  You've lost the privilege to fly it, douchebag.

Ride Hard, Take Chances

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