Personally that’s why I enjoy riding. It requires me to let go of the idea that I have overarching control of my life. Any day could be my last, and if today is my last day I’d like to enjoy it.
Part of me thinks this is insane, part of me gets it.
Riding my bicycle in the city is my version of it. While it is dangerous and initially I felt too afraid to enjoy it, eventually I came to the attitude that the adrenaline rush and requirement to be so focused is a feeling of being more alive than if I was half zoned out in a car because I could be half zoned out.
I’ve always said I would love a motorcycle if I could feel safe but maybe your perspective here is what I need.
Agreed that it’s insane. The way I look at it is that there is an inherent amount of danger in any activity. Doesn’t matter how safe or dangerous something is, conscious acceptance of the risk is satisfying.
Not motorcycling only, everything in the proximity of cars.
Fuck cars.
There is an anti-car community somewhere on Lemmy. Will look for the link.
Would you say dragon fuck cars?
Are the cars destroyed in the process?
NO NO N
Nothing triggers me more than motorcyclists. We moved from a big city in Germany to the countryside a couple years ago and I totally underestimated the amount of noise you guys make. On every sunny weekend, fat people in their mid-fifties dressed like sausages rattle along the country roads and wave at each other in a cool manner. Saturdays are annoying, Sundays seriously unbearable. We can’t have a conversation in the garden, even deep in the forest you can hear the engines roar. They hang around on the benches, bus stops and at the petrol station, smoking and talking on their phones. Ambulances once or twice a day, rescue helicopters every other week. One time friends came to visit and greeted me with: “There was a motorcyclist lying on the crossroads”. At the start of the season, two motorcyclists collided on a bend close to my home and both died. Casual! It was pretty quiet while the paramedics failed to save both of the fathers lifes.
Riding a motorcycle is such an embarrassing, reckless and mean-spirited pastime, it drives me insane. If I sell this house again, it will be because of you. I pray for a ban on driving on Sundays and public holidays and noise controls. Buy a racing bike, seriously!As someone who does ride, I understand your perspective, but your proposal of banning motorcycles on weekends and public holidays would be only doing one thing: letting the rich fucks ruin your day on a weekday with their bobbed Harleys and tough-guy cosplay, while working-class people, who picked up the hobby, would yearn even more for fascism, because “tHoSe lEfTiEs wAnnA bAn eVeryThiNg”.
But noise control - yes, please. You are on the streets, not on a track.
Maybe if electric motorcycles can become more popular the noise issue will lessen.
I really hope so! Unfortunately, being VERY LOUD is important to motorcycle-men and part of their ridiculous sense of community and freedom. That’s why I fear they will be one of the last to switch to electric motors.
