Why I Hate Motorcyclists

They are the worst.

They weave; they honk. They honk while they weave.

I’m also slightly jealous because they get to skip traffic jams by going between cars.

I bet some of them get hit while doing that.

I’ve always wanted to hit one of them, but that would be illegal.

I hate them because it’s never their fault whenever there’s an accident because they’re more vulnerable than us ‘car drivers’. We’re so well protected within the confines of our carbon fibre and steel frames with seat belts and airbags that there’s almost zero chance anything would happen to us unless it was a high speed collision. What about them? They hit something at high speed and they get flung skywards.

They clip themselves on one of our mirrors and they lose their balance.

Either that or they completely destroy the mirror; which would make me hate them twice as much.

We’ve been taught to ‘look out for them’ while we drive or before we switch lanes as if they are less able to do so themselves.

I always tell my passenger whenever there’s an annoying motorcyclist weaving around that they’re kind of like mosquitoes and I thoroughly explain how much I really want to swat one of them.

But I can’t because then it would be my fault and I would be put in jail or something and that wouldn’t be pretty; or look good on my resume.

 

j.