Ya think. Only since the beginning of motor cycles. I’ve seen a few Cafe Racers end themselves. In related news, Harley announced today the end of their DEI policies.
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That looked like a 7 – 10 split.
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OT, Wifey insisted on watching the Communist National Convention tonight of FOX. The woman does have a gift for finding entertainment on TeeVee. These people are totally dysfunctional. We’ve been laughing our asses off. You should see the spouses of our next Pres and VP in the stands. Board AF. Pretty sure they’re banging each other. Hillary still trying to polish that glass ceiling. And she still is super butt hurt over Trump trouncing her dumb ass. All WAY to predictable.
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^^^^^
Related. This guy bugs the fuck out of me. So did his dad. One of those guys that wants to throw shit but keep safely out of the fray. A coward. Chris Sununu should eat a bag of dicks.
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Board= building material made of wood
Bored= uninspired by events
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Thanks, Anonymous, but we got the drift …
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I don’t follow motorcycle racing but my understanding is that legal motorcycle racing leads to accidents, as well.
mortem tyrannis
izlamo delenda est …
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Stupid human tricks
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.. I used to get invited to motorcycle accudents, usually around 2 in the morning (when the bars closed), while i never saw race wrecks, what I did see didnt lack in either variety nor gore.
One time there was a guy who wobbled off from the bar with what his friends said later was a snootful of booze and a bad generator so his lights werent working. As far as we could tell forensically the truck that hit him on the interstate didnt kill him, the 5 cars that ran over him as he lay in the left lane did. This was a no doubter, we were only there for hasmat as the guy was strewn in fun sized chunks over a quarter mile of 3 lane interstate, and we had to run hither and yon with flashlights in the gloaming collecting pieces in several convenient bags. Everything that we found had to have where it was marked with spray paint for the police, so when dawn rose it looked like the highway had measles.
Another was a fellow who went over his handlebars, but apparently on a flatter plane than youd normally expect. A bit of his trousers got left behind on them, along with his nut sack.
A third was a call where a passing motorist saw a bike’s lights leave the road at an on-ramp and no further information. On arrival found a Harley on its side but no rider. Knowing no Harley rider would leave his bike like that we started looking around, hindered by a lack of street lighting, but found nothing.
Until one guy looked UP and found him on the sound wall…
…the Harley thing is relevant because at that time and place there were two types of bikers: Harley riders and rice burners. People with the Japanese aluminum would curse their bikes when not screaming in pain and would swear off riding forever. Harley riders, by contrast, if there was enough left to be conscious would first ask “Is my bike OK?”, and generally indicate they would be happy to be left behind if only we would put the BIKE in the ambulance and get it to a dealership STAT.
…but we usually werent troubled by conscious bikers, and sometimes not by live ones, but those who were salvagable had injuries ranging from road rash to catastrophic, with the percentage weighted heavily towards the latter, particuarly in idiots that went riding in shorts and sandals along with their similarly attired girlfriends.
I took a Basic Trauma Life Support class at the State Fire School early on, and the book they gave us had an extensive section on mororcycle injuries, where it frequently referred to considering a motorcyclist to be a “high speed pedestrian”, and to consider them as such when handling and conducting the secondary exam.
Thats actually a pretty good description.
…A guy I was working with in a garage at the time bought him a bike, so just for fun I started sharing with him in full color the details of any motorcycle accident I had the pleasure of attending the previous night, while the details were still fresh in my mind.
He sold the bike shortly thereafter for…some reason…
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I get a kick out the ones that launch themselves towards Heaven by taking on the center of a Round-A-Bout at 100MPH!
A-Bout all those damn things are good for…
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SNS, I owned 3 bikes in my time, 2 Harleys and a Victory. I’ve been bike free for years. Occasionally I get the urge to go out and buy another but then I read some of your comments about Bike/Car interactions have second thoughts. I’m 68 years old, if I’m going to die riding something, I want it to be a woman.
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I lost a good friend to a motorcycle accident 27 years ago in 1997 who was riding his motorcycle while drink without a helmet and crashed and has been gorked ever since. He’s fortunate to have survived but he’s been a vegetable since then.
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While drunk, I had a dream about him before this happened and told him about it. That dream scared the hell out of me and woke up my wife while I was screaming. He didn’t listen to me and ended up permanently mentally disabled.
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These soon-to-be organ donors race up & down I-480 every night near Hopkins Airport in Cleveland – ask me how I know
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Wiredog1837
Tuesday, 20 August 2024, 8:27 at 8:27 am
…I wont say everyone dies, Ive known several bikers, some in actual MCs, that still ride even after having old-age hip replacements, but all have scars and stories, God just gave them a pass.
I was personally cured of it when I dumped a dirt bike I was riding illegally down a City street when I was too young to have any sort of license, and while I was craning around to see if the car behind me was a cop (it wasnt), the road turned and I didnt, and the bike went for a ride on me.
My knee still reminds me about that, 40 odd years later.
…it was a particuarly poignant moment in MY life because my mother would have killed me, had she known and my friends didnt hide the bike and lie to the Life Squad about it being a “bicycle” accident (the same municipal Life Squad I was to join a decade or so later, different story for another day).
You see, I only exist, at in my current form, because of a motorcycle accident.
…I have no first-hand knowledge of this for obvious reasons, but I was told that my mother had a beau before she met my father, and things were quite serious, their allegedly impending nuptials thwarted only by this fellow evidently discovering the hills of West Virginian mining country and motorcycle riding were not a great mix, a direct result of which my mother after some decent interval later met my nascent father, leaving you with me for better or for worse. It left a mark tho, she called them “Donorcycles” for the rest of her life, with some justification because in many cases organ donations are exactly what they produce.
…or even entire new human beings, seeing as how I exist only because some ‘shiner missed a turn on a mountain. Theres other ways to die of course, but riding a motorcycle, particuarly around cagers, certainly does nothing to improve your odds…
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My wife when we were first married wouldn’t let me ride her dirt bike again when I goosed it and almost ended up on my back in front of my parent’s house. She was probably right, and I was safer for it.
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I rode a bike for about 30 years and lived to tell about it. When I started down that path I had a good friend who got into a nasty accident that ruined his leg for life. He gave me some good advice that I stuck to:
Always ride like you are invisible cuz many if not most of the time you are – people just don’t pay attention especially now days with more distractions. There were no cell phones when I was riding.
Roads are slippery when wet, especially the painted lines.
Always have good rubber on the bike – BOTH wheels.
Use balanced braking
Keep your bike maintained
The bike was my daily driver if the weather was good. If the chance of rain was over 50% I used the car.
I didn’t ride in the city – I lived and worked in the burbs.
Always wear a helmet
Wear appropriate gear. Never ride wearing shorts and sandals
Never had an incident, but I avoided a few. Went down once when I hit an oil slick on a turn, but the riding gear saved my skin and the helmet saved my head.
Of course a bike is more dangerous, but if you ride with knowledge and use good practices you can minimize your maximum regret.
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Edit: Always ride like you are invisible cuz many if not most of the time people don’t see you –
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Oh yeah, I never drank, not even one beer, if I was riding.
I’d go to partys in the car… and sometimes let it navigate the way home, but never on the bike.
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Bad-Brad – Harley announced today the end of their DEI policies…. and the beginning of their Bud Light phase!
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No humans were injured in the making of this video.
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I rode as a teenager and young adult. You should see the X-ray of my left leg…
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^^^Always ride like you are invisible cuz many if not most of the time you are.. ” I was going to work and pulled away from the intersection and almost hit a guy on a motorcycle. It was in the afternoon and trees were casting shadows making him blend in. Headlights weren’t always on then.
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I still ride some. I’m seventy. My bike is a Yamaha TW200. It’ sits low and has very fat tires. It’s not made for speed but will climb a tree in first gear. I’m not a street rider. I take it to the places I like to ride. I went to Moab, Utah in May to ride into the canyons around there. It’s awesome there. The bike is street legal, but I only do that to get from one off-road trail to another. I hate riding on the road. When riding the trails, I ride slowly and deliberately because I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t have to get crazy to have fun. Riding on forest and desert trails keeps me satisfied.
Ya think. Only since the beginning of motor cycles. I’ve seen a few Cafe Racers end themselves. In related news, Harley announced today the end of their DEI policies.
That looked like a 7 – 10 split.
OT, Wifey insisted on watching the Communist National Convention tonight of FOX. The woman does have a gift for finding entertainment on TeeVee. These people are totally dysfunctional. We’ve been laughing our asses off. You should see the spouses of our next Pres and VP in the stands. Board AF. Pretty sure they’re banging each other. Hillary still trying to polish that glass ceiling. And she still is super butt hurt over Trump trouncing her dumb ass. All WAY to predictable.
^^^^^
Related. This guy bugs the fuck out of me. So did his dad. One of those guys that wants to throw shit but keep safely out of the fray. A coward. Chris Sununu should eat a bag of dicks.
Board= building material made of wood
Bored= uninspired by events
Thanks, Anonymous, but we got the drift …
I don’t follow motorcycle racing but my understanding is that legal motorcycle racing leads to accidents, as well.
mortem tyrannis
izlamo delenda est …
Stupid human tricks
.. I used to get invited to motorcycle accudents, usually around 2 in the morning (when the bars closed), while i never saw race wrecks, what I did see didnt lack in either variety nor gore.
One time there was a guy who wobbled off from the bar with what his friends said later was a snootful of booze and a bad generator so his lights werent working. As far as we could tell forensically the truck that hit him on the interstate didnt kill him, the 5 cars that ran over him as he lay in the left lane did. This was a no doubter, we were only there for hasmat as the guy was strewn in fun sized chunks over a quarter mile of 3 lane interstate, and we had to run hither and yon with flashlights in the gloaming collecting pieces in several convenient bags. Everything that we found had to have where it was marked with spray paint for the police, so when dawn rose it looked like the highway had measles.
Another was a fellow who went over his handlebars, but apparently on a flatter plane than youd normally expect. A bit of his trousers got left behind on them, along with his nut sack.
A third was a call where a passing motorist saw a bike’s lights leave the road at an on-ramp and no further information. On arrival found a Harley on its side but no rider. Knowing no Harley rider would leave his bike like that we started looking around, hindered by a lack of street lighting, but found nothing.
Until one guy looked UP and found him on the sound wall…
…the Harley thing is relevant because at that time and place there were two types of bikers: Harley riders and rice burners. People with the Japanese aluminum would curse their bikes when not screaming in pain and would swear off riding forever. Harley riders, by contrast, if there was enough left to be conscious would first ask “Is my bike OK?”, and generally indicate they would be happy to be left behind if only we would put the BIKE in the ambulance and get it to a dealership STAT.
…but we usually werent troubled by conscious bikers, and sometimes not by live ones, but those who were salvagable had injuries ranging from road rash to catastrophic, with the percentage weighted heavily towards the latter, particuarly in idiots that went riding in shorts and sandals along with their similarly attired girlfriends.
I took a Basic Trauma Life Support class at the State Fire School early on, and the book they gave us had an extensive section on mororcycle injuries, where it frequently referred to considering a motorcyclist to be a “high speed pedestrian”, and to consider them as such when handling and conducting the secondary exam.
Thats actually a pretty good description.
…A guy I was working with in a garage at the time bought him a bike, so just for fun I started sharing with him in full color the details of any motorcycle accident I had the pleasure of attending the previous night, while the details were still fresh in my mind.
He sold the bike shortly thereafter for…some reason…
I get a kick out the ones that launch themselves towards Heaven by taking on the center of a Round-A-Bout at 100MPH!
A-Bout all those damn things are good for…
SNS, I owned 3 bikes in my time, 2 Harleys and a Victory. I’ve been bike free for years. Occasionally I get the urge to go out and buy another but then I read some of your comments about Bike/Car interactions have second thoughts. I’m 68 years old, if I’m going to die riding something, I want it to be a woman.
I lost a good friend to a motorcycle accident 27 years ago in 1997 who was riding his motorcycle while drink without a helmet and crashed and has been gorked ever since. He’s fortunate to have survived but he’s been a vegetable since then.
While drunk, I had a dream about him before this happened and told him about it. That dream scared the hell out of me and woke up my wife while I was screaming. He didn’t listen to me and ended up permanently mentally disabled.
These soon-to-be organ donors race up & down I-480 every night near Hopkins Airport in Cleveland – ask me how I know
Wiredog1837
Tuesday, 20 August 2024, 8:27 at 8:27 am
…I wont say everyone dies, Ive known several bikers, some in actual MCs, that still ride even after having old-age hip replacements, but all have scars and stories, God just gave them a pass.
I was personally cured of it when I dumped a dirt bike I was riding illegally down a City street when I was too young to have any sort of license, and while I was craning around to see if the car behind me was a cop (it wasnt), the road turned and I didnt, and the bike went for a ride on me.
My knee still reminds me about that, 40 odd years later.
…it was a particuarly poignant moment in MY life because my mother would have killed me, had she known and my friends didnt hide the bike and lie to the Life Squad about it being a “bicycle” accident (the same municipal Life Squad I was to join a decade or so later, different story for another day).
You see, I only exist, at in my current form, because of a motorcycle accident.
…I have no first-hand knowledge of this for obvious reasons, but I was told that my mother had a beau before she met my father, and things were quite serious, their allegedly impending nuptials thwarted only by this fellow evidently discovering the hills of West Virginian mining country and motorcycle riding were not a great mix, a direct result of which my mother after some decent interval later met my nascent father, leaving you with me for better or for worse. It left a mark tho, she called them “Donorcycles” for the rest of her life, with some justification because in many cases organ donations are exactly what they produce.
…or even entire new human beings, seeing as how I exist only because some ‘shiner missed a turn on a mountain. Theres other ways to die of course, but riding a motorcycle, particuarly around cagers, certainly does nothing to improve your odds…
My wife when we were first married wouldn’t let me ride her dirt bike again when I goosed it and almost ended up on my back in front of my parent’s house. She was probably right, and I was safer for it.
I rode a bike for about 30 years and lived to tell about it. When I started down that path I had a good friend who got into a nasty accident that ruined his leg for life. He gave me some good advice that I stuck to:
Always ride like you are invisible cuz many if not most of the time you are – people just don’t pay attention especially now days with more distractions. There were no cell phones when I was riding.
Roads are slippery when wet, especially the painted lines.
Always have good rubber on the bike – BOTH wheels.
Use balanced braking
Keep your bike maintained
The bike was my daily driver if the weather was good. If the chance of rain was over 50% I used the car.
I didn’t ride in the city – I lived and worked in the burbs.
Always wear a helmet
Wear appropriate gear. Never ride wearing shorts and sandals
Never had an incident, but I avoided a few. Went down once when I hit an oil slick on a turn, but the riding gear saved my skin and the helmet saved my head.
Of course a bike is more dangerous, but if you ride with knowledge and use good practices you can minimize your maximum regret.
Edit: Always ride like you are invisible cuz many if not most of the time people don’t see you –
Oh yeah, I never drank, not even one beer, if I was riding.
I’d go to partys in the car… and sometimes let it navigate the way home, but never on the bike.
Bad-Brad – Harley announced today the end of their DEI policies…. and the beginning of their Bud Light phase!
No humans were injured in the making of this video.
I rode as a teenager and young adult. You should see the X-ray of my left leg…
^^^Always ride like you are invisible cuz many if not most of the time you are.. ” I was going to work and pulled away from the intersection and almost hit a guy on a motorcycle. It was in the afternoon and trees were casting shadows making him blend in. Headlights weren’t always on then.
I still ride some. I’m seventy. My bike is a Yamaha TW200. It’ sits low and has very fat tires. It’s not made for speed but will climb a tree in first gear. I’m not a street rider. I take it to the places I like to ride. I went to Moab, Utah in May to ride into the canyons around there. It’s awesome there. The bike is street legal, but I only do that to get from one off-road trail to another. I hate riding on the road. When riding the trails, I ride slowly and deliberately because I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t have to get crazy to have fun. Riding on forest and desert trails keeps me satisfied.