“So, you’re intentionally trying to get someone get hurt? Nice. You’re some piece of work.”
Those loud pipes have knocked a screw loose in you. I’m just playing with you.
I am exhibiting the absurdity of your loud pipes by being equally absurd.
We’re free to be absurd, aren’t we?
I was about to post to you about that. I had hoped you were just kidding. I ride (although I have a relatively quiet bike) and cars pulling out in front of me was my biggest fear.
I had a guy one time sitting at an intersection looking to cross the road who looked me straight in the eye then promptly proceeded to pull right out in front of me. I almost rammed the front fender of his car. His response to almost killing me - a look of ‘where the hell did YOU come from??’
As far as loud pipes, I don’t care for them, and having them won’t necessarily protect you in traffic when someone makes a lane change or stops suddenly. Sure, they can HEAR you, but they may not know WHERE you are - back, side, etc, and people often make sudden split second decisions like that even though they know there’s a bike around somewhere.
That's a country song title if I ever read one. For what it's worth, I don't think loud pipes make me safer. They just make a Harley sound like it's supposed to sound. I have the fondest memories of being a small child and hearing 10-20 bikes coming down my street on a Friday night and parking in our front yard. What I love the most about bikes and even loud pipes is a sense of nostalgia and tradition. Which why you'll never find me on a modern Japanese bike.