When did I stop caring?
When I started reading ride reports, and seeing the pictures that people were taking of the places I rushed through at over 100 mph.
I kept wondering why I wasn't seeing all these great places, but I never slowed down to look.
Speed is fun, but a ride report that just says "1500 miles in 17 hours" isn't all that interesting.
Originally Posted by Ginger Beard
Motorcycling has become something where a bunch of terrified cunts wont so much as ride to the corner store without wearing a Storm Trooper helmet and covering themselves in dayglow Nancy suits.