I have never been happier to ride a motorcycle. I get 60mpg, so every two weeks it costs me $16 bucks to refill my tank. I'm glad it's only a 4-gallon tank, since I have to use premium gas at $4.50 a gallon. I feel bad for all the folks who had to move out to the boonies because housing in my city was too expensive, and now they are being bled dry just to make it to work.
On the other hand, I glory in the suffering of every single Hummer, Navigator, and Big Fuckin' Ego Monster Truck on the road. I hate those things. "I love it! I'm so safe!" No, you are not safe, you are protected which is not the same thing at all. You think you can see everything? Well then why didn't you see me? Oh yeah, that's right, because I was riding along the enormous blind spot on the passenger side that comes from having the top edge of the door panel 5 feet above the ground. And the roar of your Cummings Turbo Diesel engine drowned out my horn and the pounding of my fist on your door as you blithely rolled right into my lane. I hope you die in a caribou stampede.
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