Thursday, September 29, 2011
When I see videos like this I always try to remind myself that you can easily dismember yourself going 28 mph in a straight sober line with all your blinkers and leather in order. One drop of chaos and statistics take over. Sometimes motorcycling is a frozen scary dark tunnel of wet danger. Safety is all like "oh no, what should I do next to insulate myself from the unpredictability of the universe?" Then this grocery-getting chopper skaterider shreds underpasses and hucks the curb standing on the moto seat in a tee shirt. My daily ride seems more like a blankie now, and fate is that much more remote.