Blimey! I would say that the UK perspective is a bit different.

Picture this, you are riding down a country road clinging for dear life to your machine because the road is a bit greasy, full of potholes and litter. You can't actually feel very much, let alone heat, because you have had to wear waterproofs, an armoured jacket and thick woollens. You enter a curve and wonder if you are going to actually make it out again because of the diesel spillage that should have been cleaned up by the local highway authority.
The curve tightens.......so does your sphincter. You would grit your teeth if you had any and bare down being careful not to "touch cloth". Holding the turnsignal because the salt corrosion has weakened the join, tense with rheumatism it then ends in release of gasses because there are unfinished roadworks and raised ironworks. You straighten up because you are going to slide on a manhole cover if you don't and just look forward to the next curve which is coming up sooner than you think.

Still, it's fun though isn't it?


Before the war on terror, if I saw an unattended package I used to think "I'll be having that!"