1. There is a stigma
Not against you, but against the thing between your legs.That it is a danger to yourself and society - they say, pulling out sheets of statistics to validate the angle at which their nose is pointed up.
Which is 70 percent bullshit. Not to say that most bikes don't carry a higher fatality rate, just that an even higher number of bikers (cough Kedah cough) are *fucking idiots.
Even so,
2. You are one of the luckiest commuters in town
If you aren't riding a bike now and live somewhat close to the city, try to imagine a world where parking, toll fees, gas prices and KL sized jams aren't a problem.See, bikers live that dream on a day to day basis. Sure, we come small and light, but it's that lack of junk that lets us zip by unhindered (I'm sure there's some deep parallel to life in here somewhere)
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| Hah. Suckers. |
3. You keep it real
Make no mistake, besides the bikers mentioned above*, we aren't fooled by delusions of immortality. The papers never fail to remind us, nor our grand/parents, nor the guy flying off his bike 5 minutes ago.Yet there's something about the chilly morning wind or the air after a long night's storm or the smell of dirt, grass, and exhaust that I can't understand why drivers want to them shut out.
People are right next to you if you want to ask for directions, I've had other bikers give both thumbs ups and cat calls. But no matter how irritating it can get, I don't feel like I'm ready to shut out that human element that never fails to remind me that inside each vehicle is a group of lives with their separate stories and journeys and destinations.
4. Rules don't barely apply
Much like hobos, we live on the fringe of society. Road lines? Hah! Those are for the four wheeled suckers. Forget traffic lights, I've seen policemen on their motorbikes make illegal U-turns.
You ride on a road with no constraints except those dictated by an unspoken rule called Logic.
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| Left? Right? Why not both? Why not swarm the streets? MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH |
5. You get great upper arm strength
There's an illness going on amongst my guy pals, a compulsion if you will, where the affected has to mention that they drive a manual stick shift. It's like some bizarre form of truth serum only targeting manual car/non-power steering drivers.
Well let me tell you that moving a wheel left and right has nothing - nothing - next to picking your bike up, parking it on it's double stand, or riding through heavy traffic with a passenger who's dead set on leaning to the left so they can shout into your ear better.
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| #selfie #nofilter #don'thate |
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