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Here in Kuwait motorcycles are actually a big story. Many teenagers love them and they fill the streets, but at the same time they cause many car accidents or end up hurting themselves by going up to crazy speeds and actually doing some tricks on the road! A few years ago the police started a campaign against motorcycles but more people ended up either hurt or dead with all the police chases going on - a police car chasing a motorcycle who refuses to stop and so the car/motorcycle chase ends up in the rider being killed or hurt trying to run away from the police, so now there's actually a rule forbidding police to chase motorcycles, and the debate is still going on...
posted by
Aspire2Inspire
on October 10, 2009 at 10:20 AM
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I see my son's motorcycle in the garage every day and so happy it stays parked! I loved the close! sam
posted by
sam444
on October 9, 2009 at 6:35 PM
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I always called 'em suicycles.
Although I do love the purr of a Harley.
posted by
Pat_B
on October 9, 2009 at 1:59 PM
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I myself would be afraid to drive a motorcycle...That was some story with the patient and the intern. She knew better than the intern.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on October 8, 2009 at 4:30 PM
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Torture and Desert didn't kill him
But a motorcycle did Lawrence of Arabia in.
Just another reason for you. Personally, I would rather travel under my own strength for local trips and with four-star accommodations for longer ones. And my ideal place would be 100 miles from the nearest motor vehicle.
posted by
cpklapper
on October 8, 2009 at 9:02 AM
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Absoluely brilliant story. I love the line: I'm crazy but I'm not stupid. As for the bike: I couldn't resist one, donor scare or not. We all have to die some time, so why not do it in style.
posted by
vogue
on October 8, 2009 at 8:29 AM
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bitchbrew9
I've only been on a motorcycle one time and that was as a passenger. I was in college and a friend of mine had one. It scared the hell out of me. I clung to him so tightly I thought I was going to have to ask him to marry me.
This reminds me of another friend I had in college. He was older for an undergrad, in his late twenties. He was from Chicago and worked as an EMT for a few years before going to school. One night a group of us were sitting around drinking (pretending we were studying) when out of the blue he starts telling all of these gruesome stories about the aftermaths of car accidents he'd seen. The worst of which involved a guy on a motorcycle. He said he tried to take the guy's helmet off and his head came with it. We thought he was a little crazy back then (it was the late eighties), but now I know he most likely suffered from some sort of post traumatic stress syndrome.
posted by
Talion_
on October 7, 2009 at 7:19 PM
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