Motorcycle Fatality. Fl, Usa.

FYI-

Dateline 11FEB22. Bike fatality, Tampa Bay Area.

40 yr old rider dead, 8 yr old passenger critically injured.

Selfish moth*rf**ker just whipped across oncoming traffic to get to his favorite shopping plaza. Probably to squeeze a free coffee out of some vender or something like that. That's what they do in FL. Bike went straight into him, probably between 45mph and 55mph. 71 yr old codger in the KIA probably should've surrendered his license several years ago. I lived in FL for many years. I'm VERY familiar with this demographic. Those old retirees down there are an absolute menace. They kill bikers regularly, in fact pretty frequently. I've personally known easily 1/2 dozen dudes killed by mostly senior citizens down there who in no way, shape or form should've been allowed behind the wheel. I can't even begin to count my close calls.

Head on a swivel, people, no matter where you live.

https://www.wfla.com/news/local-new...ills-1-injures-8-year-old-child-in-bradenton/

 

It's nothing against the elderly. It's just against the ones who migrate to down there. E. Coast of FL is loaded with NY and some other Tri-State area retirees. W.Coast of FL is a lot of Greater Chicago Area. 2 densely packed, gigantic metropolitan nightmares where by and large they drive like shit. My own family hails from NYC. All my relatives back there drive like complete jackasses. I was fortunate enough to get out of that cage at a very early age, but I grew up in Retired NYer heaven. Chi-town retirees are just as bad. They simply don't pay attention and act like they own the road. They will kill you on a bike w/out thinking twice and use "I just didn't see him," "I didn't know he was coming," or "he shoulda used his horn" as their legitimate excuse.

Funny I've never met an incompetent senior citizen who rides.

 

When I had my Harley I had a method to take my revenge on those pricks when they cut me off or otherwise violated road etiquette. What really pissed me off was when they did this shit they'd typically just carry on all oblivious like nothing even happened. They weren't ever the least bit suspicious that I was basically in pursuit. Anyway- I had straight pipes that both ran along the right side of the bike. I'd let the shithead in question gain some distance from me then I'd give it spurs and go to pass them on their left side, coming up with a fair bit of speed. Just as got to their left rear quarter panel, I'd pull the clutch and downshift it a gear, so I was now coasting past them all quiet and stealth-like. Just as my rear wheel got to the driver side window I'd pop the clutch and give her mad throttle. Bike would explode into a deafening roar that was especially nerve-rattling if you were right there where I positioned them. The stupefied look of sheer terror on their ugly mugs was rewarding to say the least.