Dammit! Be careful out there. Get a BIGASS horn on your bike. Please?
Maybe a .50 Browning mounted on the handlebars.
That's exactly the sort of shit that finally made my park my beloved old Bimmer—too many close calls.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.