I’m Not Worthy! Impound My Double-R!Posted: December 8, 2010 | |
Was I not just going on about this topic? What exactly does a comment like this accomplish? Other than fulfilling some deep-seated need of the poster to put another person down. Especially, since he has posted a video of his mom learning to ride without a stitch of gear on her, not even a helmet! What can I say to this? It pissed me off, I couldn’t resist. And the best part? The cam died before we even got into the twisties and the “real flame-worthy stuff” happened. Ha! And we came back to talk about it. Not worthy of either of those bikes? I wonder what worksheet he used to come to the conclusion?!? Please, somebody explain this one to me. Somebody? … Anybody? Bueller? Bueller? I would like to know what exactly we did in the posted video that makes us so unworthy. The thing is a boring documentary of two supersports doing the speed limit! OMG! OMG! What squids! Well, Kevin *is* a half-squid. Hahahaha… he does need some knee pucks on those jeans, the way he was throwing that Duc through the curves. And I told him as much. I was dressed in full race gear. That’s right! I’m one of those douche bags who wears her full track regalia on the public roads. *nods, crosses arms, wonders if you have a problem with it* Oh, and it was RAINING! Yessir! Raining, I tell ya. We were canyon carving on WET roads! OMG! OMG! OMG! Because we so don’t know how to ride… Never mind that one of us actually had formal training. Did I mention we were also sleep deprived? Hopped up on caffeine and one of us had to go work that entire night DRIVING?!? There were cops everywhere, too. You know what cops in the twisties are called, no? They are the corner workers of redneck road racing.
Let’s see here: One of us had the same bike for four years. One of us puts an average of 1,500+ miles on the clock any given month. Neither of us owns a battery tender. One of us has the “good rider” discount on their insurance. One of us is “claim free”. Neither of us would let their Mom ride without gear. Both of us ride year around as our primary mode of transportation. One of us doesn’t even own a car. Either of us pays less on full-coverage than you do on liability (confidence is high, I repeat, confidence is high). Embarrassed yet? Shall I continue, or are you slowly getting the point here?
Go buy your mom some gear. She deserves it and should slap you around a bit to knock some sense into you. I do thank you though, I really needed a douche bag to punch around a little, since I haven’t had throttle therapy in a long time, it’s cold as hell, and I am cranky when both of these things happen in concurrence. Don’t know what that means? Google it.
Signed – The chica who should ride a Ninja 250.
P.S. I forgive you. It’s ok. Darwinian Law will take care of problems like yours, I assure you. Thank you again for the good time. I really did need this. Life is good.