The causeway is 23.83 miles long.
Didn’t even make it to donorcycle status.
If he flew off the causeway, maybe he’s roosting in a tree.
Yup. I cannot stand how reckless and negligent many of them are.
Yet they are always protrayed in lawyer ads as being the victims, never the causes of accidents. It is extreme heavy bias totally based on the vehicle of choice.
Fish food.
It’s the cops fault for chasing him, donchaknow.
Yikes. What a way to go.
When a “motorcyclist” has an accident or trouble, the cops are not always at their professional best or show the “motorcyclist” the most sympathy.
Woody (in Toy Story): That’s not flying, that’s falling with style.
Gator Bait.
He dramatically raised the bar for other stunt riders.
He’ll pop up in three days.
THE CHEERS
“Black Denim Trousers”
(Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller)
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up ‘cycle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of Highway 101
Well, he never washed his face and he never combed his hair
He had axle grease embedded underneath his fingernails
On the muscle of his arm was a red tattoo
A picture of a heart saying “Mother, I love you”
He had a pretty girlfriend by the name of Mary Lou
But he treated her just like he treated all the rest
And everybody pitied her ‘cause everybody knew
He loved that doggone motorcycle best
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up ‘cycle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of Highway 101
Mary Lou, poor girl, she pleaded and she begged him not to leave
She said “I’ve got a feeling if you ride tonight I’ll grieve”
But her tears were shed in vain and her every word was lost
In the rumble of his engine and the smoke from his exhaust
Then he took off like the Devil and there was fire in his eyes
He said “I’ll go a thousand miles before the sun can rise”
But he hit a screamin’ diesel that was California-bound
And when they cleared the wreckage, all they found
Was his black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
But they couldn’t find the ‘cycle that took off like a gun
And they never found the terror of Highway 101
I’ve been a biker for forty years. To me, it means taking my time, enjoying the ride, and watching the other guy. That’s why I’m still here, and so is my Dyna Lo Rider.
And for that reason, I am having trouble garnering sympathy for him.
It always toques me when drivers are always chastised to *Watch out for motorcycles*.
How about THEY learn to ride more responsibly as well?
Crotch rocketeer. Bye-bye, blackbird.
Sounds more like suicide than an accident.
Shouldn't that be a job for the Air Force or Air National Guard?