This.

 

It don't fukn matter...somethin out there is waitin to get ya...a big clogged coronary artery, a big nasty bleedy cancerous tumor polyp in yer ***, a panhandling psycho crackhead, or a soccer mom texting 'bout her kid's next sportin event. It's waitin for every fukn one o'us.......and the old age end that results in a long stint wearing grampers and droolin in a nursin home ain't necessarily the big prize in the crackerjack box.

What's yer solution? As far as I'm concerned...I don't want government (or some shitbird HOG citizen committee) messin with my (or anybody's) freedom to enjoy what might be a bit o' two wheeled fun before the big dirt nap. Next the ********* be orderin us what to eat.

Hell....nobody gets out alive.....and it ain't like there's a shortage of humans (as one poster aptly noted, "sometimes the herd needs trimmin")....and I suspect anybody who can afford to die on a CVO is able to leave their survivors in pretty good shape.

So, get a grip, and stay away from where such critters hang out....big dealership charity runs, and butt-pirate poser "biker" bars.....but don't be thinkin you be out of mortal danger every time ya take a breath...on or off the bike.

 

This wing nut took a SE Ultra for a test ride at Chadsford HD and totaled it this summer... I felt bad for all involved. It was very bad.