This afternoon I attended the memorial service for a trooper from my company who died in a motorcycle accident on Presidents' day. He was a specialist and sapper school graduate who had only been with the company for 10 days. I didn't know him. The battalion leadership has been frustrated because he died while riding without protection at three-digit velocities: direct violation of the established motorcycle safety requirements as well as the safety briefs we recieve before each long weekend. It was an odd service. They conducted the ceremony as if he died in combat instead of pushing his spedometer past his IQ.
This is why I would never get a sportbike. Overpowered and uncomfortable, they only serve to lure riders beyond their capabilities.
Monty Python's Holy Grail Ale is a mouthful to say. But it's a very tasty brown ale brewed in Yorkshire by the Black Sheep Brewery. It tastes a bit like Newcastle, but with more roasty malts. (Tempered over burning witches, naturally.) This is one I would buy again.
This is why I would never get a sportbike. Overpowered and uncomfortable, they only serve to lure riders beyond their capabilities.
Monty Python's Holy Grail Ale is a mouthful to say. But it's a very tasty brown ale brewed in Yorkshire by the Black Sheep Brewery. It tastes a bit like Newcastle, but with more roasty malts. (Tempered over burning witches, naturally.) This is one I would buy again.
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