“I ride a bike - big deal.”
But it is a big deal to you and most other bike riders.
You failed to make a mark in the world, so you ride your bikes (which are hilariously overpriced)for the perception that you really are like the sociopathic “biker gangs” who get “respect” through their illegal activities and gang-violence. It’s compensating behavior.
The wimps are really on the bikes - the loudness of the bike represents the loudness of the tantrum they are throwing at the world for not thinking they are as wonderful as their mothers think they are.
Personally, I do agree that these laws are unnecessary (as most new laws are) - the best thing to do with a tantrum - whether a child or a man-child biker is to ignore it.
There. Did I get the psychology at least approximately correct?
“Did I get the psychology at least approximately correct”? Hardly, I bought my first bike, a 2008 Harley-Davidson Softail Nightrain as a gift to myself 3-years ago. I had just returned from a deployment and I thought I earned it. To say my wife was pissed would be the ultimate understatement, but like the level headed woman I knew here to be, she quickly got over it. You’re right about one thing, it was expensive as hell, but hey it’s my money and it’s worth every damn penny I gave the bank.
When I fly into BWI next week (I’m leaving Bagram Afghanistan this coming Tuesday) and I’ll be looking forward to riding with all my sociopathic “gang” buddies that you assume bikers are all part of. 21-years in the uniform of the US military and I’d wager I’ve left a bigger mark than you my friend.
I drove the Al-Can on a CB 750 a quarter century ago. It was a great ride. I didn’t scare any old ladies.
No.
Leave the psychologizing to the Liberals. They have so much to compensate for.
I got my first motorcycle when I was 5. I'm pretty sure that my attraction had nothing to do with the fact that in my 5 years, I'd failed to make a mark on the world. Sorry, but I ride a bike because I love riding bikes, and I've loved riding bikes since I was old enough to remember.
The wimps are really on the bikes - the loudness of the bike represents the loudness of the tantrum they are throwing at the world for not thinking they are as wonderful as their mothers think they are.
Yeah, we're all wimps. We all know that tough guys drive mini-vans and complain about bikers on the internet. As for my mother, she's long dead, but my wife thinks I'm pretty wonderful.
Nope. You did nothing but wind up looking like a "chat room" wannabe with a small pecker syndrome.
Sorry about your affliction.