Wheeled Guys

I was thinking about how much I love to ride. I wonder if other guys feel it too. The beauty of the wind in your eyes, the sting of the stray piece of gravel, the scent of your leather and sweat, the heat of the engine between your knees, even the rush of beginning a ride home in the rain. All of it is breathing to me.

But there are some other riders out there. You know who they are. The riders that make all of us look bad by showing off, popping wheelies, cutting in and out of traffic, and generally being a nuisance.

These are not wheeled guys, these are some other kind of creature wearing a wheeled guise. And I don't like being considered in the same category as those fronting as a rider to deal with some freaking kind of compensation tactic.