About 2 years ago I was driving up to Traverse City and at one point along the road I saw a guy wearing a sleeveless shirt, shorts, and a face helmet. He also had a backpack on him. The shirt was flying up a bit underneath the backpack and I remember thinking "That is going to be a peeled grape right there."
I don't mind bikers, some of my friends are bikers but what drives me insane is when the idiot biker likes to weave in between lanes, something commonly done in Thailand from what a friend told me.
I don't mind bikers, some of my friends are bikers but what drives me insane is when the idiot biker likes to weave in between lanes, something commonly done in Thailand from what a friend told me.


He somehow lost control of the bike, went off the road, and slammed into a culvert. He was lucky to be alive--a few more feet, and he could have been impaled on a fence post...and if someone was coming the other way, he'd be dead

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