I didn’t want to say anything at the stop light because I was afraid you’d kill me, and I know that’s part of your mystique, but seriously guy, with those loud pipes and all, you’re a total dick. Period.
My son is autistic, so when we drive next to each other on the road, he isn’t impressed, he freaks the shizzle out. He loses his ever-loving mind screaming.
The movie we have on the headrest DVD players doesn’t drown out the bleat of your insufferable pipes, and no amount of us rolling up the windows or turning up the music cuts the mustard. It scares him. It makes him think he’s about to die, and he screams bloody murder, and it makes us think we’re about to die.
So while I get that you are “hard core” and that your “loud pipes save lives” and all, the fact is that stats just don’t back it up… what I do know for certain is that my son has special needs and your obnoxious chunk of somehow-exempt-from-laws crapcycle makes him fear for his mortal soul.
You terrify a twelve-year-old boy. You make him think he is about to die. Are you okay with that?
And he’s not alone. You already know that normal people hear your bike and freak out, you love that, and I get it. You have a small-to-no penis situation going on and you feel like you have to make up for it with loud pipes. Yes, kudos and Jimmy-Hat’s off to you, my good sir. Everyone, I assure you, is very, very impressed.
My brother rides a hog. And when he’s done with his wife, he also climbs on his Harley for a leisurly jaunt. Even he admits the pipes are too loud, and he’s a total dickwad asshat like you guys.
The hottest, fastest bikes in the world only purr like a sewing machine. They don’t just kick ass, they rule the world of two-wheels. The rest of you are just insecure posers. Go head-to-head with a CBR-900 and then tell me why you need such free exhaust.
Don’t like it? Well say so in the comments, otherwise I’ll just assume I’m right.
Also, you have small wieners. Just that.