assholes at the wheel? Assholes at the wheel!
In recent days I've had a revelation: the kids can not drive ... I mean the kids and for many poor and insecure assholes who make gasatelli cool behind the wheel.
It 's not that know how to bring the machine to do the reverse, park, steering, etc. ..
Many simply do not have the slightest sense of civic duty .. I mean they hand motorcycles traveling as gunshots, cars and think they are different displacements of the axes of the guide ... and what is' worse than being alone on the road.
The other machines are just hurdles to overcome type game!
The winding streets are nice tracks to make the folds on a motorcycle at speed 'limit .. so it does not happen that smoothies in the ground and I'll break your head or worse Chiappi anyone and split her head to him.
Last week I was on the island of Elba.
Arrival at camp and I feel the classic Milanese gasarsi idiot that went to tape on a curve and a pebble of gravel would be enough to get it going in the ground ... them 'to them' look at him, I see the white band on the fucking head in, the arrogant attitude towards his fellow camp and just as the catalog without being too loser case.
the same night back to camp in the car with my girlfriend after a walk to Marina di Campo I hear a screeching of tires from afar and think, "yet another kid who thinks he's on track to rally .. a car comes out after a few corners to all fire after a jump from a bridge take a curve at speed in opposite lock 'excessive ... tires screeching wild again asphalt and the car with all its inertia crashes yelling ... against me!
sbam! The
Stonfo deaf my smart plastic that shatters and the fear of death that comes over me. Destroyed my car crashed into the guardrail that prevents coat, and I do not understand how much I banged against ... then the smoke of the airbag.
I try to focus on the scene and feel a shiver runs through me. A feeling of repressed fear (and still do not 'lose control of the time) that' the whole situation in a bleak tone. I
bleeding head. My girlfriend drag me out of the car while I was still horrified, we understand very little.
Then all the things that happen after an accident. A
come to me and him 'was actually a boy as expected .. and you know that tells me when it comes to apologize?
He says, "Sorry, I could not predict the curve seemed to me that the road was straight wit 'it was all right."
I clearly say, "Look, with all the good that you want, the problem is not 'that there was a curve, but who led such an asshole!".
I mean 'This was believed to ride well got it?
Perhaps we should consider whether 'to bring up a bit' more 'kids and tell it to acquire a minimum of civic sense .. a massage their little heads from unsafe circus monkeys in the hope that some neurons are active when they tell you that the wheel of a car or a motorcycle in their hands the lives of others as well as their own and does not work like that in games when you go to beat press it the "proof" and delicious as the new starting positions!
Fattosta 'that the streets are full of shit .. especially the winding streets of the island and salt in full season.
I are still in one piece, same thing my girlfriend and then there's' way of luxury ...