Tune-A-Fish said:
Yes but more correctly would be... gear period. Big fuckin dot right therrr... Leathers with steel fisted gloves space gear Kevlar helmets, Kevlar layered boots air bags sewn into leathers... The list goes on and on. Ridin Dirty can get you killed, but it ain't my problem (unless it's my kid or family) hospital bills included.
The worst is watching some kid high side at 200 mph and wing up a body bag, not often but strange anomalies happen when you least expect it.... Purely a ѕpecтaтor perѕpecтιve of course!
Speaking of that rate of speed....
I coach wrestling @ the high school I graduated from 5 years ago. Now, entering into the second season, I've noticed my preparation is different than before. I attribute this partially to the accident but mostly to how life has been since. Leading the charge is a an all familiar objective: search for the answers. I try my best to coach while constantly considering my position in their lives(their, as in members of the team). Those that are impacted by my mindset, my diligence, my level of focus...But I have downfalls and I'm inspiring to an extent. My goal and desire is that they may be led by their own capabilities and desires. At times when I need to really drive a point home my brain occasionally seeks beyond my own experience. I am reminded me of things that have stirred my brain in the past. Then it happens.
"ATTENTION BRAIN: RESET" types of moments shine through and next thing you know.... motorcycles. "BOOM", as the wrestlers like to say it when I finish a flashy double leg. Something foreign to most of them and even myself (to some degree) has represented the kind of crazy, internalized mindset I hope they can tap into. Knowing I have limited time to attempt/accomplish the desired positive impact; I try my best to help them tap into it sooner, rather than later. Simply put, the need for speed is truly an abstract thing. Racing, in general, presents something very radical, aside from any tag along bullshit externalities. The shit is raw. <(meaningful shit, shit!)
The first time I became aware of the Isle of Man (about a year ago, give me a break...) I flipped out. WOOOOOOIIE!!
My 22yr old brain, and its minute level of knowledge, failed to provide the immediate answers I was seeking. I remember watching it and thinking, "holy fuck, this shit is insane" and "Oh shit, it's raining and they are all still flying....and... and... and...". These strong individuals, I tell ya! Constantly fighting to stay in position, COMMITTING to the position becomes a thing of success, survival. Almost as mechanical as the machine itself. That represents the kind of crazy I desire for them to commit to finding within themselves. Absolute insanity. Fuck. God damn it, the sound of the engines and the environment of the race. The intensity. MIND-BLOWN.
Whoa...all you said was 200mph and look what you did!?
The way I see it, you gotta wear your helmet or else something that is unfair could happen and you end up without a face. Worst part(most essential component in my argument) you could be dismantled by some dipshit. I tend to take more kindly to the one brain I was born with and frankly, it's my buddy! We do everything together, good and bad. It's here to stay with its cooperating friends such as the almighty/amazing nervous system. Do what you want to do but I myself am sold on the lid. Because if not, I would be the story of the boy that motorcycling inhaled and exhaled. In two short years, I could have died for simply having a fucking interest/new hobby! That pure(?) filth that has done nothing but prove his lack of humanity in the numerous processes thus far. All this because I have a desire to learn! Crazy.
MY BOTTOM LINE:
My life > that dumbass( and his flagrant mistakes).
The helmet kept me to this ideal; it has earned its keep in my book. Yes, a thing is capable of earning keep in my noggin. Just like that pair of pliers that are go-to for more than one instance. Keep is earned. It's not cut and DRY, it's an unfair bloody SMASH I wish to protect myself from. Concrete is hard and people suck. The way it's always been. I don't fight nature, I adapt like a good ape does.