There really isn’t any practical reason to ride a motorcycle, is there? While it has more legroom than a Honda Fit, and more horsepower than a Lexus, it’s not really a practical mode of transportation for most people. For instance, when you’re coming home after being out shopping, where are you going to carry your bacon, whiskey, shotgun shells, and cans of Beefaroni?
Look at that guy. He’s got it made. Nicholi Rogatkin is living the dream. He’s riding a bicycle for money.
Look at you, slaving away in your cubicle. You’re not riding a bicycle for money. You’re actually working. Well, not so much when you first get in. I know, traffic was pretty bad, and your iPhone alarm clock didn’t go off because you forgot to recharge it. Again. And even though you’re fashionably late, you gotta hit the break room. All the donuts will be scarfed in the first half hour, you just know it. Then you’ve got to hit the head, let’s be reasonable. And there’s no use pooping on your own time, so you’ve got to leave enough time for the entire sports section, with two courtesy flushes.
Do you have an Uncle Rob? I mean, do you have an Uncle Rob who’s still alive, and out of the burn ward often enough to pal around with? If you do, then you’re one of the lucky few. Everyone needs an Uncle Rob.
Well, we’re not sure if he’s done it again, because we’re not sure if he’s done it before. Honestly, we’re not really sure what the “it” is. As is usual, we can’t understand a word he’s saying. It doesn’t matter. Truth be told, since we don’t even know what he was trying to accomplish, we’re not sure if he’s accomplished what he was attempting to do, or failed miserably.