>> ^Darkhand:

>> ^mxxcon:
>> ^Darkhand:
I don't do stunts on my motorcycle and I wear more protection than these guys. I'm wondering if maybe I'm being too cautious sometimes!
well, maybe wearing a condom is a bit overdoing it.

No but using an oral jam when I go down on her, then making her put in a diaphragm, then some spermicide, then a female condom, then having me put on my condom IS overdoing it.
^ ^ ^ This is the level of gear I wear. ^ ^ ^ I currently have a full face helmet, race track (almost knee high) boots that are made entirely of metal or reinforced plastics, kevlar pants with reinforced knee armour, a leather jacket with knox armour at all the joint points as well as forearms, AND gloves.
A more fair comparison would to your "condom scenario" would be something more akin to putting on a full face helmet and a protective jacket. Then some regular jeans, gloves, and some reinforced work boots.
For your terminology this guy is riding "bareback".
do you hear that noise up in the sky? that's how far up my joke went over your head.

>> ^Mammaltron:

>> ^Darkhand:
I don't do stunts on my motorcycle and I wear more protection than these guys. I'm wondering if maybe I'm being too cautious sometimes!

Too cautious is better than skin grafts.
This video why I don't do group rides. For some reason the presence of other bikes turns some people into suicidal morons, which is fine except they might fall off in front of me. Throw in a camera and the asshat factor hits 9001.


I agree you're probably right I would never suggest anyone have exposed skin anywhere on their body. I just think I may be over doing it in the armour department

>> ^mxxcon:

>> ^Darkhand:
I don't do stunts on my motorcycle and I wear more protection than these guys. I'm wondering if maybe I'm being too cautious sometimes!
well, maybe wearing a condom is a bit overdoing it.


No but using an oral jam when I go down on her, then making her put in a diaphragm, then some spermicide, then a female condom, then having me put on my condom IS overdoing it.

^ ^ ^ This is the level of gear I wear. ^ ^ ^ I currently have a full face helmet, race track (almost knee high) boots that are made entirely of metal or reinforced plastics, kevlar pants with reinforced knee armour, a leather jacket with knox armour at all the joint points as well as forearms, AND gloves.

A more fair comparison would to your "condom scenario" would be something more akin to putting on a full face helmet and a protective jacket. Then some regular jeans, gloves, and some reinforced work boots.

For your terminology this guy is riding "bareback".

>> ^Darkhand:

I don't do stunts on my motorcycle and I wear more protection than these guys. I'm wondering if maybe I'm being too cautious sometimes!
well, maybe wearing a condom is a bit overdoing it.

Congratulations! Your comment has just received enough votes from the community to earn you 1 Power Point. Thank you for your quality contribution to VideoSift.

>> ^Darkhand:

I don't do stunts on my motorcycle and I wear more protection than these guys. I'm wondering if maybe I'm being too cautious sometimes!


Too cautious is better than skin grafts.

This video why I don't do group rides. For some reason the presence of other bikes turns some people into suicidal morons, which is fine except they might fall off in front of me. Throw in a camera and the asshat factor hits 9001.

And I'm sure the tires left some rubber on the pavement as well.>> ^Jinx:

I imagine that left quite the skid mark.

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!

You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don't
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!

something about the sneakers he's wearing...

My kids have flashing sneakers like this, and they think they're cool.

Peroxide sneakily snuck into Miss Garners sneaker while snacking surreptitiously on Boise_Lib's sisters' snow slushy.

hmrmm.. madness has obviously snuck up on me.

>> ^Peroxide:

I`d snuck into her sneaker.


You sneaky snucker.

I`d snuck into her sneaker.

Because most people seem to interpret my not wanting to hear about 9/11 as not giving a shit, I said the following on Facebook yesterday:

It's not that I don't care about 9/11 or the people who lost their lives, it's that I think it's disgusting how much people use the whole thing to get attention for THEMSELVES.

Perhaps today would also feel less vulgar if there was more focus on the peoples' lives rather how they died. Nobody should be mourned as a spectacle.

Never heard of Toure before now and I don't know his opinions on anything else but, yes, what he says in that clip is dead on, though it's only part of what bothers me.

I'm already sick of the news telling me what to think about even mundane shit like politics. Now they want to package up the murder of ~3000 people as "America", sandwiched by commercials, and tell me how I should feel about it. PS: buy some sneakers (or the terrorists win).

If today's politicians were in power during the late 60s the Vietnam war would still be going on!, seriously these new wars are just as winnable as that one, the saddest part however is that in the 60s there was alittle something called the anti-war movement but today it seems almost non-existent because as George Carlin put it, "everyone's too busy at the mall buying sneaker's with lights in them".