http://www.heraldtribune.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060311/APN/603110825
:-/
rumor is out that 16 of the 18 were without lids... the other 2 had the $10 egg shell "novelty use only" lids...
I also heard there seem to be more people this year, too, though. So maybe it's partially a numbers thing?
I dont doubt total numbers influence the total.... but damn... 18 deaths in a little over a week.
I was there and attendance seemed to be down this year.
More people just means more stupidity.
The guys on bikes are crazy up there. They ignore the traffic signals, and cars that are driving. I think most of the people there think that since it's bike week, they can't be run over by a truck. I had bikers leaning against my truck in traffic. Then some of these people aren't wearing shoes or shirts, let alone helmets. ???
It's called 'natural selection'.
Saw a death happen right in front of me there in 02. Man, Electra Glides pack a wallop, especially in pairs. Some stupid old man in a pickup recklessly pulled right out in front of the fifth and sixth bikes that were going through a 4-way stop sign in a pack. The bikes were doing at least 40 when they hit the side of his truck, but only because they'd been trying to catch up with their buddies. The old idiot thought that once four bikes had gone through the stop, the second pair on a roll, it was his turn to go. Clearly, the Altzheimers had destroyed his brain to the point where he'd forgotten that if the first pair of bikes stop, then legally none of the bikes behind are required to also stop, no matter how many bikes there are in the group or how much space is between bikes. Another demonstration of why old people shouldn't be allowed to drive.... ::)
Unrelated.
I got stuck following a Harley down a country highway this weekend. It was about 65 degrees out, so the wife and I were enjoying having our windows down.
Well, this guy was running straight pipes. He nearly popped our eardrums when he passed us, and the noise was just unbearable once he got ahead of us, even with the windows up. I wound up dropping back a good bit, just to give our ears a break. He couldn't find a hole to pass the truck in front of us, so we ended up behind this Harley for several minutes. The deafening roar and backfires changed my attitude from mellow dude digging a sunny spring day to road-raging homicidal maniac in the course of about two miles.
We finally pulled up alongside this guy at a light, as he was waiting to turn left. I rolled down the window and asked, "What did that bike cost, about 20 grand?"
"Chri-is" my wife said, clutching at my arm.
"Yeah," the guy answered.
"You'd think at that price they'd include mufflers!"
"&#@$ YOU, @$$#@!E!"
"That's a cute costume. Are you gay?"
(My wife is punching me in the ribs now, but I'm ignoring her)
"You want your @$$ kicked?"
"Oh please! Will you whip me with your chain wallet too?"
"&#@$ YOU!"
I start singing YMCA. The light changes, and the dude roars off, flipping me the bird as he thunders away.
Sadly, my wife was much less amused by the incident than I thought she'd be. I mean, I thought I was freeking hysterical! ;D
QuoteUnrelated.
I got stuck following a Harley down a country highway this weekend. It was about 65 degrees out, so the wife and I were enjoying having our windows down.
Well, this guy was running straight pipes. He nearly popped our eardrums when he passed us, and the noise was just unbearable once he got ahead of us, even with the windows up. I wound up dropping back a good bit, just to give our ears a break. He couldn't find a hole to pass the truck in front of us, so we ended up behind this Harley for several minutes. The deafening roar and backfires changed my attitude from mellow dude digging a sunny spring day to road-raging homicidal maniac in the course of about two miles.
We finally pulled up alongside this guy at a light, as he was waiting to turn left. I rolled down the window and asked, "What did that bike cost, about 20 grand?"
"Chri-is" my wife said, clutching at my arm.
"Yeah," the guy answered.
"You'd think at that price they'd include mufflers!"
"&#@$ YOU, @$$#@!E!"
"That's a cute costume. Are you gay?"
(My wife is punching me in the ribs now, but I'm ignoring her)
"You want your @$$ kicked?"
"Oh please! Will you whip me with your chain wallet too?"
"&#@$ YOU!"
I start singing YMCA. The light changes, and the dude roars off, flipping me the bird as he thunders away.
Sadly, my wife was much less amused by the incident than I thought she'd be. I mean, I thought I was freeking hysterical! ;D
ROFLMAO ;D ;D
hahah that's hillarious!
Thats really funny! At least looking like a Gorilla helps you not to get your ass kicked!
QuoteUnrelated.
I got stuck following a Harley down a country highway this weekend. It was about 65 degrees out, so the wife and I were enjoying having our windows down.
Well, this guy was running straight pipes. He nearly popped our eardrums when he passed us, and the noise was just unbearable once he got ahead of us, even with the windows up. I wound up dropping back a good bit, just to give our ears a break. He couldn't find a hole to pass the truck in front of us, so we ended up behind this Harley for several minutes. The deafening roar and backfires changed my attitude from mellow dude digging a sunny spring day to road-raging homicidal maniac in the course of about two miles.
We finally pulled up alongside this guy at a light, as he was waiting to turn left. I rolled down the window and asked, "What did that bike cost, about 20 grand?"
"Chri-is" my wife said, clutching at my arm.
"Yeah," the guy answered.
"You'd think at that price they'd include mufflers!"
"&#@$ YOU, @$$#@!E!"
"That's a cute costume. Are you gay?"
(My wife is punching me in the ribs now, but I'm ignoring her)
"You want your @$$ kicked?"
"Oh please! Will you whip me with your chain wallet too?"
"&#@$ YOU!"
I start singing YMCA. The light changes, and the dude roars off, flipping me the bird as he thunders away.
Sadly, my wife was much less amused by the incident than I thought she'd be. I mean, I thought I was freeking hysterical! ;D
Quote"Oh please! Will you whip me with your chain wallet too?"
"&#@$ YOU!"
I start singing YMCA. The light changes, and the dude roars off, flipping me the bird as he thunders away.
Sadly, my wife was much less amused by the incident than I thought she'd be. I mean, I thought I was freeking hysterical! ;D
Chris,
I'm in the Boise Idaho airport LMAO! People are wondering what's up. ;D ;D
Hey Brian,
I think K3 was saying that a bit sarcastically! IOW, the fault is on the stupid bikers, not the old man...
This year seemed a lot lighter than last spring, you could actually move around, even in a truck. Also the hotel was willing to negotiate the rate when I added an extra night. Last year I did see one rider on a full dresser get hit when he did a u-turn right in front of two older ladies. Huge crash, flew about 10 feet straight up, flip flops went one way, his girlfriend another and a few beers cans yet another. The guy didn't have a helmet on, hit the ground hard but was still moving when the ambulance arrived. I felt bad for the ladies in the car, didn't even have a chance to react. The one thing I did notice, was more of the sport-bike guys were wearing helmets and leather jackets. The highlight was the full mesh bodysuits, these tended to be the outfit of choice for the Harley ladies, complete with sticker pasties.
QuoteHey Brian,
I think K3 was saying that a bit sarcastically! IOW, the fault is on the stupid bikers, not the old man...
You are correct sir!
It has always been one of my pet peeves when I see a herd of the faithful moving en masse through a stop sign or traffic light that has changed, as if by grouping together they are now immune to the traffic laws that govern anyone else. That time I saw the fatal consiquences.
That poor old man. His truck was totaled, and crowds of bikers were harassing him and calling him a murderer. I had stuck around to keep the dead guy's girlfriend calm and immoble. She had a bone poking through her shin and head trauma, so I didn't want her trying to move, or catching sight of her man. His head was split wide open, but from 10 feet away I couldn't see any sign of breathing, and he wasn't bleeding anywhere near as fast as you'd expect of a man with a heartbeat,
I told the cop what I had seen, but when he found out I was from Chicago he suggested that I didn't need to bear witness to the accident. They were taping off the whole intersection at that point, and the officer pointed out to me that the skid marks from the two bikes started clear back at the crosswalk. Also, the amount of damage to the bikes and truck clearly indicated that the bikes had hauled butt right through the stop sign before impact.
That poor old guy.... :-/
QuoteHey Brian,
I think K3 was saying that a bit sarcastically! IOW, the fault is on the stupid bikers, not the old man...
Hey, I'm a merikan, I don't do sarcasm or irony.
Besides Chris is always serious. (Figures, since I have preocrastinted buying a copy of his book).
Man K-3, that was funny ;D I don't care who you are, dat's funny rite dere. You got some balls, Dude 8)