...I almost blogged about this last night. I didn't, though, for fear that all the f-bombs dropping out of my mouth might make their way onto my blog and thus warrant an "R" rating from here on out....
I hate motorcycles. (Or unaware, unconcerned and/or reckless motorcylce drivers anyway...)
There. I said it.
I will never understand why people tempt fate in such a way.
I was driving home last night from class at about 9ish. Traffic sucked (per the usual) but we were moving quite rapidly along I-94.
People were driving like idiots as it was. Bumper to bumper at 70 mph.
That's scary enough for me.
Then, three motorcylces started weaving in and out of traffic - at least at 90 mph.
I was so angry. So scared. So concerned. So angry at being concerned. (I think my blood was actually boiling I was so worked up.)
If they're not concerned for their own lives, that's fine. But the chaos and calamity that ensues on the road in their aftermath should make them realize that it's not all about them.
Ridiculous my friends. Ridiculous.