Många har säkert läst ”Everybody’s Free (to wear sun screen)”, men jag återger den här ändå, med bild och ljud från Google Video:
Stötte på nedanstående variant och den fick mig verkligen att dra på smilbanden:
Wear Leather
Variation to the SunScreen song by Lews Therman.
Custom modifications by Team Obnoxious, 5/11/99
Ladies and Gentlemen …..wear Leather.
If I could offer you only one tip for improving your life, leather would be
it.
The long term benefits of leather have been proved by serious bikers over
many highways and many years, whereas wearing something unreliable like
shorts and flipflops means you will experience a trip to the emergency room.
There, uncaring nurses will scrub gravel out of your wounds, and doctors
will dispense ineffective painkillers and meaningless advice…like telling
you to trade that ”murdercycle” in for a Camry.
Bullshit. I will dispense some real advice right now:
Enjoy the power and beauty of your ride; If you don’t already; you can
fully enjoy it by doing block-long smokey burnouts in the parking lot at
the local drive-in.
Trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at the photos of you and your pals
on your bikes and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much fun you had
and how fabulous you really looked hauling ass down the highway dressed in
leather.
Leather is as sexy as you imagine.
Don’t worry about what your Mom thinks; or worry, but know that worrying
about what other people think is as effective as trying to scratch your nose
in a blinding hailstorm at 80 m.p.h. with a full- face helmet and winter
gloves on. The real troubles in your life are apt to be Volvo stationwagons,
driven by some dipstick talking into his cell phone or doing her makeup; the
kind that blindside you at 4 PM on some urban roadway and then claim you
crashed into THEM.
Do one thing everyday that scares other drivers… Lanesplit.
Sing into your helmet. Use mouthwash first.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s bikes, especially if you don’t have
insurance. Don’t put up with people who mess with yours…. in fact, beat
them with a chain.
Ride Fast.
Don’t waste your money on chrome, or fancy paintjobs; spend it on racing or
partying. Sometimes you’re fast, sometimes you’re slow. Sometimes you’re
hungover. The ride is long, and in the end, a cold beer tastes pretty damn
good.
Remember the good rides you’ve had, forget the cuts and bruises; try to
wear out the sides of your tires before the middle…. if you succeed in
doing this, tell me how.
Keep your oil changed, throw away old traffic citations.
Take chances.
Don’t feel guilty if you ride faster than the posted limit …the most
interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 how to ride conservatively, all
the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of saddle time.
Be kind to your passengers, you’ll miss them if they fall off.
Maybe you’ll crash, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have surgery, maybe you
won’t, maybe you’ll ride a cruiser off a cliff doing 40, maybe you’ll get a
new motocrosser for your 75th birthday …whatever you ride, don’t
congratulate yourself too much – your choices are 90% foreign,10% domestic,
so are everyone else’s.
Enjoy your bike, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what
other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument of pleasure you’ll
ever own, not counting porn sites and a fast modem.
Wrench… even if you have nowhere to do it but in your hotel room.
Read the owner’s manual, even tho’ you won’t remember any of it.
Do not read American motorcycle magazines, they will only make you wish
you’d bought a British one instead.
Get to know your brake pads, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your tires; they are your link to the pavement and the things
most likely to save your butt from a nasty highside.
Understand that mechanics comes and mechanics go, but for a precious
talented few you should pay them well and buy them sixpacks. Work hard to
bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older your bike gets,
the more you’ll need the mechanic who worked on it when it was young and
still not paid off.
Ride in New York City once, but leave before you get killed; ride in
Northern California whenever possible, but leave a plausible excuse when
calling in sick for work.
Do lurid wheelies.
Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, traffic will get
worse, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you
were young, gasoline was cheap, the highway patrol couldn’t catch you, and
Harley owners weren’t all yuppies.
Respect your rev-limiter.
Don’t expect anyone else to see your bike unless it has really loud pipes.
Maybe your bike has a big gas tank, maybe a smaller one; but remember,
either way you’ll have to make bathroom stops.
Don’t mess too much with your carburetors, or by the time your done, you’ll
be walking home.
Be careful whose advice you buy, and save your receipts. Don’t take advice
from those who supply it for free, especially if they own a Britbike.
Motorcycle restoration is a form of self-torture. Doing it is a way of
pulling the past from the dustbin, degreasing it, painting over the rusty
parts and dumping way more money into it than it’s worth.
But trust me on the leather…
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