Crotch Rockets

Me and a friend were talking about these Sportbikes just the other day. Motorcyles give you a sense of freedom that's indescribable. I know the feeling. I once had that same fever myself. It gave my parents the blues. Especially my dear doting mother. Now I know what it was like for them back then. My son is going through the same phase now. Maybe he'll grow out of it, like I did. I got over it, when I started to drive. I understand the need for speed, but it's really scary. These new machines are just like the name says, "Crotch Rockets".

I can't help but think of the neighborhood youngster, who we'll call Tony. Who died on one of these Superbikes. He was flying down the street at a ridiculous speed. When a car pulled out, and he couldn't stop. His head swole up so big, the helmet burst. The paramedics had to cut it off. It's not like he wasn't warned before hand. Even the neighborhood addict told him on a regular basis. "Boy you better slow down. You drive that thing too fast". It was a regular occurrence, to see and hear him zipping about. You know that familiar sound. HHMMMMM!!! He was a good young man, all except for that. He went to school and didn't get in any other trouble. Not that I am aware of, anyway. If he did anything and someone saw him. He was easy to find because everyone knew him. Thank God, his wild side didn't hurt anyone else. He didn't represent all motorcycle riders, just a percentage. In my opinion too many though. I was talking to a preacher the other day who is a weekend Harley Davidson rider. He doesn't speed, in and out of traffic outrunning the police, and going in between cars. He doesn't ride by himself, he's in a motorcycle club. Riders like him, they make up another group. They're generally older riders. That know better from age and experience. This past week Ben Roethlisberger Steeler's quarterback, the youngest superbowl winner in NFL history had an accident, and he wasn't even wearing a helmet. He's already vowed to never do that again. He was blessed to survive with surgery. He represents those that could have anything they want. This just goes to show this thing crosses all lines. The age, race, status and even gender doesn't matter. Even the ladies like to ride.

I said all that to say this. Riding these bikes, is like having sex to a degree. If not controlled, it can be dangerous. Thus the name Crotch Rockets. What would happen, if we didn't regulate that? Sex that is. Having your own Superbike. It's virtually like having your own Jet. The problem here is, the streets are the runway. Calmer heads must prevail. The industry can't go unchecked. Catering to the whims of riders. Some bikers will try anything once. Sometimes that's one time too many. Don't let me leave them out, by all means. Have you seen some of the passengers lately? Can you say "Sex in the Streets"?