Riding through the coast line has always been a pleasure, except for Summer...
I believe I'm very lucky to live in an area where most of the people work a whole year to spend a couple of weeks in. I live in a paradise of sunshine, beaches and beautiful women
Riding here is a great experience and the landscapes are amazing. But August brings tourists, and tourists rent a bloody car and drive some hazardous roads full of traffic where drivers speed up or slow down without any care for the rest of road users
It's a bloody fight against the idiots who don't respect motorcycles. Yes, that's true, drivers couldn't care less about riders except when they crash them and kill them and then they become their own problem
An eighty-kilometre ride along the coast yesterday became a constant road rage fight against wealthy idiots driving Porches and pissing off everybody here. Police is still keen on catching me speeding with the motorcycle (because that's what they do, they attack riders and truck drivers mostly) to get their salaries and the rest of you can kill yourselves. They will later report it was the dead's fault and they'd wash their hands
We live in a fucking messed up world. If not COVID-19 it'd be our own stupidity which would kill us all. Meanwhile...
ROCK HARD, FUCK HARDER, RIDE FASTER
No comments:
Post a Comment