If you’re one among those half-wits who think ‘guys ride fast to save time or to show off’, then this post is
especially for you.
We would have often seen the elderly who have never crossed 35 kmph and wouldn’t have their bikes to an angle less than 89.9 degrees asking an accident victim, ‘Had you gone slowly you would have been just fifteen minutes late. Why should you race to save those ten minutes and end up like this?’
Tell you what, ‘Guys race not to save time’.
You know, a guy can save almost two to three hours for every two days if he can skip the ‘advice sessions’ of the so called ‘experienced’ people. May also save some ten to 13.3333 minutes per day if they stop thinking about their upcoming examinations, interviews or thinking whether or not to buy a present for their girl friend’s birthday which would be about four twenty minutes from then.
So, teach a guy not to save time, they do already know HOW TO!
For those who have never felt the warm blood rushing through the veins pressing hard against the walls of the blood vessels and the wind gushing through their nearly covered ears, the question about speeding will most of the times be,
We don’t ask people why they add sugar to their Coffee, or do we? If we do so, we should better call ‘JUST DIAL’ and get the address of an asylum to settle safely before someone else finds out about us.
It’s the TASTE that the add-on is living and dissolving to help you find.
SPEED IS A TASTE
not with your Tongue like you taste sugar and other,
not with your Skin like you feel heat and breeze,
not with your nose like you smell a rotten mouse,
not with your ear like you hear your favourite person whisper near, or
not with your Eye like the ‘all other, couldn’t be quoted here’.
It should be tasted by YOU, as a whole.
As the trees and immovables and almost close to that ‘all those who can’t match your speed’ blur as you pass through, the feeling of looking at everyone and getting not the sight of one, could be described by none but should be subscribed by every bloody one.
Speeding doesn’t mean to lose control but to relish skating at the brim of ‘control’ without slipping off but just enjoying the thrill of getting killed.
Those who think speeding is just for showing off, listen, what good would it do for a guy speeding on a motor bike, cutting through all the lazy bunch of slow moving cars and other road blockers in the name of Government buses, with a ‘government recommended helmet covering his celebrity face’?
Do you think guys drive fast to get a girl say ‘WOWWWWWW! That black helmet was awesomeeeeee! Drove like a Turbo Jet, he did; I think am starting to have a crush on him as he swept me off my feet when he crossed me in less than 0.5 seconds’?
Hope you don’t think a guy would do this for just for that, or do you?
There could be a lot of stupid stuff that could be done to show off even better, like wearing ‘coolers even after 6 in the name of fashion, or wearing an Eminem printed t-shirt just because we have seen someone with the same kind of t-shirt having a girl friend, or any from the many other stupid stuff.
Would someone risk their lives to get a comment that he wouldn’t even get to hear?
Of course not!
Ask me not, ‘if speeding involves risk why would someone do that?’
Well, what on Earth exists without risk?
Sitting comfortably in an Air-conditioned room with 20 securities on every floor wouldn’t guarantee you that an earthquake or a powerstar movie wouldn’t take your life in split second.
And have we ever bothered about them?
NEVER! As much as I know about the world.
At the age of 8 don’t you know that you run a risk of standing out of the class, bearing all the shame that a teacher who would have spent her previous evening watching all her favourite serials as she didn’t have any homework, puts on your shoulders, expecting you to do them, skipping your favourite to-do’s that you have been dreaming in the class about, once you reach home?
Did you just think of it and sat there doing your homework sacrificing ‘the popoye, batman, spiderman, NFS or any such’?
Bet you wouldn’t have!
Humans have the tendency of doing what they enjoy doing forgetting any sort of risk factors hoping for a miracle to happen and save their back.
You know you will have to face the consequences.
You bloody know, without doing the homework you are setting your parents up for a meeting with your favourite teacher, knowing the meeting wouldn’t favour you.
But, as he rides, would someone think of the risks?
They would just hope for a miracle that helps them escape, and just let enjoy the moment.
Like, ‘playing Mortal combat forgetting we are to be beaten to death the next day and just believing the teacher would be absent the next day’.
Risk, Escape, Relish!
Speeding is not just for saving time or showing off but it’s for living the moment of life, feeling alive and kicking.
Don’t hate Speedies.Surely they are not after ladies!