When I was a patrolman, I had occasion, several in fact, to investigate similar accidents. It usually went like this: "Let me see, sir, you were racing your new motorcycle up and down the street. The motorcycle you'd never driven before and didn't know how to ride. You lost control of said motorcycle and hit a parked car (tree, fence, cow, small boy) but the accident wasn't your fault. Hummm, sign here," handing over a filled out traffic citation.
Opus #6, you never want to take up a sport where "bouncing hard" off of a car, a fence post, a lamp post or -- the ground, seems to be an integral part of the activity.
This blog has many elements and depending on your interests, may pique your imagination...or not. I urge you to be unreasonable. Reasonable people adapt themselves to the world. The unreasonable persist in trying to adapt the world to themselves, therefore all progress depends on unreasonable people. The more unreasonable you are, the more likely you are to enjoy this blog. All men dream, but not equally.
If you're a socialist or a Marxist, you'll find that I poke fun at your absurd notions of "good government" on a regular basis. So you might not wish to follow this blog because you'll be offended.
John Locke said, "One unerring mark of the love of truth is not entertaining any proposition with greater assurance than the proofs it is built upon will warrant." I like what Locke said. We can't theorize without adequate information because when we do we inevitably twist facts to suit theories rather than theories to suit facts. In this blog and in my life, I try to maintain this perspective.
Either you believe in our essential spark of shared divinity, or you succumb to our human insecurity. Either way your conscience lets you slice it, the main thing is to earnestly do what is right at the time.
Today, I balance work and play as much as anyone can. All things remaining equal, play is more important. Life is short - it's important to make every day count for something, if only to yourself.
I'm a former tinker/tailor/soldier/sailor who has now decided that maybe it really wasn't all done for nothing.
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On a recent trip to Treviso, I stumbled upon everything from fairytale
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Today my eldest grandson started his student enlistment in the New York Air
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A rose by any other name...
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When I was a patrolman, I had occasion, several in fact, to investigate similar accidents. It usually went like this: "Let me see, sir, you were racing your new motorcycle up and down the street. The motorcycle you'd never driven before and didn't know how to ride. You lost control of said motorcycle and hit a parked car (tree, fence, cow, small boy) but the accident wasn't your fault. Hummm, sign here," handing over a filled out traffic citation.
...then I'm sure you heard, "That (insert fixed object) came out of nowhere!"
Sometimes I can kill an hour(s) watching these. I'm pretty sure this is what Al Gore had in mind when he invented the Internet.
Stupid is as stupid does.
Or sometimes your should learn how to engage the brain at the same time as operating motor vehicles.
Some people just don't belong on motorcycles...especially those three guys!
Ooo! A lotta that looked painful!
Opus #6, you never want to take up a sport where "bouncing hard" off of a car, a fence post, a lamp post or -- the ground, seems to be an integral part of the activity.
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