I ride motorcycles. When I was young I heard them referred to as “organ donation machines” because Texas doesn’t have a helmet law and in any kind of real crash you’re gonna be at least braindead (I do wear a helmet now, but didn’t in my misspent youth).
They were trying to talk me out of riding. All they really did was convince me to register as a donor.
Well, that helmet won’t always save you. My first cousin died in a motorcycle crash of a broken neck. Otherwise, he didn’t have a scratch on him. Be safe out there.
I ride motorcycles. When I was young I heard them referred to as “organ donation machines” because Texas doesn’t have a helmet law and in any kind of real crash you’re gonna be at least braindead (I do wear a helmet now, but didn’t in my misspent youth).
They were trying to talk me out of riding. All they really did was convince me to register as a donor.
No, no. You gotta use the real medical terms. Riders are “organ donors,” and the bikes are “angel makers.”
Well, that helmet won’t always save you. My first cousin died in a motorcycle crash of a broken neck. Otherwise, he didn’t have a scratch on him. Be safe out there.