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!

Funnily enough this is sort of my argument for confident drivers arguing that they are safe when driving at speeds way over the speed limit. Like yeah, you won't crash in isolation. Like if this was a time trial, then sure, you would be number 1 in the world. But thats not driving. Driving with other people is more like mario kart. You can be the best driver in the in the world but all it takes is one green shell on their phone to not notice you and its all over.

I ride a bike. I have accepted death.

We know and that's why most of us that care about our life we drive slow as well as stop even if it's a green light the rest well let's hope they have good luck or don't depending on what you wish for them!