MrPaulAR
07-08-2004, 09:50 AM
Stolen from http://washingtondc.craigslist.org/rnr/35636867.html
Why FOBs?
Why are you out there messing it up for the rest of us?
You think you are...
SO...
DAMN...
HOT...
...getting a motorcycle but you DON'T even ride,
which explains why you CAN'T even ride.
This is for the unlicensed rider.
The rider without a permit.
The rider who can't turn,
can't U-turn,
or ride stably under 15mph,
but attempts wheelies, endos, and whatever other trick is showcased on a video.
This is for the rider who blasts it on a straight,
but walks his bike on a turn.
The rider who runs from cops.
The rider who splits lanes.
The rider who revs his engine,
revs his engine repeatedly,
repeatedly revving his engine repeatedly,
in a parking lot full of 100+ bikes,
as if NO ONE in the lot has ever heard a bike with a slip-on exhaust before.
This is for that crew full of non-riders,
who receives the amount of respect you deserve,
which is as much as the speed at which you are most comfortable,
ZERO.
This is for you.
The one who rides girls on the back,
when he can't even ride himself.
You, the rider who burns out his tires in a parking lot,
leaving chicken strips that put Colonel Sanders to shame.
But hey,
Burn Rubber, Not Your Soul,
Right?
This is for you,
The street racer.
Why did you race that Corolla on Route 50?
That soccer mom in the minivan?
The student driver who got so scared, the car ran off the road?
Show us all what you've won!
This may be a cool fad for you to look like a big man at school,
at the club,
at work,
or to your girl,
But this is my lifestyle.
I'm a rider.
I use areas of the tire that you consider uncharted.
My track day consists of a continuous batch of turns
followed by straights,
followed by turns,
followed by turns,
followed by turns,
that span a bit more than one quarter of a mile.
I ride day and night,
hot or cold,
exhausted or boosted.
Why?
Because the second I am connected with my other half,
I am awake,
I am warm,
I am cool,
I am ready to take on
whatever the road shall give me.
I ride desination free
because it's not about where I'm going,
It's about where I am,
on my bike,
with my bike,
a team conjoined at the hip.
But I don't expect you to understand that,
as I don't understand you,
The
Fools
On
Bikes.
Why FOBs?
Why are you out there messing it up for the rest of us?
You think you are...
SO...
DAMN...
HOT...
...getting a motorcycle but you DON'T even ride,
which explains why you CAN'T even ride.
This is for the unlicensed rider.
The rider without a permit.
The rider who can't turn,
can't U-turn,
or ride stably under 15mph,
but attempts wheelies, endos, and whatever other trick is showcased on a video.
This is for the rider who blasts it on a straight,
but walks his bike on a turn.
The rider who runs from cops.
The rider who splits lanes.
The rider who revs his engine,
revs his engine repeatedly,
repeatedly revving his engine repeatedly,
in a parking lot full of 100+ bikes,
as if NO ONE in the lot has ever heard a bike with a slip-on exhaust before.
This is for that crew full of non-riders,
who receives the amount of respect you deserve,
which is as much as the speed at which you are most comfortable,
ZERO.
This is for you.
The one who rides girls on the back,
when he can't even ride himself.
You, the rider who burns out his tires in a parking lot,
leaving chicken strips that put Colonel Sanders to shame.
But hey,
Burn Rubber, Not Your Soul,
Right?
This is for you,
The street racer.
Why did you race that Corolla on Route 50?
That soccer mom in the minivan?
The student driver who got so scared, the car ran off the road?
Show us all what you've won!
This may be a cool fad for you to look like a big man at school,
at the club,
at work,
or to your girl,
But this is my lifestyle.
I'm a rider.
I use areas of the tire that you consider uncharted.
My track day consists of a continuous batch of turns
followed by straights,
followed by turns,
followed by turns,
followed by turns,
that span a bit more than one quarter of a mile.
I ride day and night,
hot or cold,
exhausted or boosted.
Why?
Because the second I am connected with my other half,
I am awake,
I am warm,
I am cool,
I am ready to take on
whatever the road shall give me.
I ride desination free
because it's not about where I'm going,
It's about where I am,
on my bike,
with my bike,
a team conjoined at the hip.
But I don't expect you to understand that,
as I don't understand you,
The
Fools
On
Bikes.