Sport Bikes

What is it about people who ride sport bikes? Why all the showboating? Am I supposed to be impressed? As I was riding to work this morning on the 395, doing about 60–the speed limit is 55–a guy on a sport bike just zips past me doing God only knows how fast, in a no-passing section of a curve, no less. Whe he got passed me, he held out his hand in a little wave.

Now, I know biking is supposed to be this big happy family, and we’re all supposed to wave at each other, and have friendly conversations at stoplights, and whatnot. But, honestly, when I saw his little wave, all I could think was, “Die. Just die.”

And this isn’t an isolated incident. I see stuff like this all the time. If the sport bike guys aren’t popping wheelies, they’re zipping in and out of traffic, or some other similarly stupid stuff.

The thing is, no matter how good you are on a bike–or how good you think you are–you can’t just roll the dice like that continuously and expect to walk away from it every time. How do any of them ever live to 40?

And, come to think of it, why should they?