Morte D’Boris The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.” So the era of the “Twisty Bits” has ended with the motorcycle lifestyle fragmenting more each day. Motard riders, hipsters, boy racers, ride-day enthusiasts, wannabe outlaws, real outlaws, grey nomads, dirt freaks, weekend warriors, daily commuters and even people who venerate a particular stretch of road, have all formed their own little tribe and are busily making their own little bit of bitumen theirs. But wait there’s more. The governments in each jurisdiction are busily shutting down the “real outlaws” as retards that believe that one “toy run” a year makes up for 364 days of criminal activity. Society will not accept one indiscretion today and so it should be. But Boris is so far in the past it is a shame to see his “clear blue pools of innocence” locked against my “slatted crimson piss-holes of corruption” in what he will never understand is my acknowledgement of how he came so close, but yet so far, to the “altars of the gods”. At least his genuine cry of “All motorcycle accidents are the fault of the motorcycle rider, no matter who was legally to blame” is something to with I am “in tune”. It certainly is better than the VMC and MRAQ invalid interpretations of “RIDER ONUS”. But enough of my kissing his bottom. Farewell sweet prince and let the road gods smile on you, if they choose too. But please note that that the laws of the VLAD are about criminal association and not just association. Seems to me that the hired guns are going to make a lot of money in the defence. Just laughing... should have been a lawyer. :) :) :) Enjoy… youtube/watch?v=BT4KE6vR9oI
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 08:07:57 +0000
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