Originally Posted by
toocrazy2yoo
Whattya mean am I kidding you? What, you have sympathy for the guy? Too bad the guy got kilt, but how many threads, dozens, hundreds, a thousand right here on these pages where guys got killed on the street or track and peeps here dissected their mistakes and learnt a lesson from it? I don't see a lot of sympathy for other peeps that got killed, why is this world class racer that screwed up a bunch of other guys in one lousy crash a big hero? He ain't even been around all that long to begin with and he already got himself killed and wrecked other guys to boot. Sorry, dood, we all get what's comin' to us when we do this stuff, good, bad, indifferent. That goes for jumpin' outta airplanes and rock climbing and other shit too. This shit, even on the street (or especially), is life and limb, chips on the line and everyone knows it, we do it anyway and that's it. Just because a guy at the top flamed out and wadded his bike and bought himself a farm, he's St. Christ the Biker in a hand basket? It's too bad, but even guys that get killed racing, if you could bring em back they could tell you all the ways they screwed up and got kilt. You would, I would, even Degsy and Doc would. No one's looking for sympathy after a wad-up. We ain't that kinda peeps because if we were, we wouldn't be doin' bikes or skydiving or even leaving the house in the morning, we'd be doing soup kitchens. Gimme a break.
But just for the record, you know where to find sympathy, Oreo-Dood?
In the dictionary. It's right there between "shit" and "syphilis". And so it goes. Love ya, dood, but this deification of peeps that messed up is a little nauseating.