I’m sure it is a huge adrenalin rush. Since they had on helmets I could not tell their age, but they were probably late teens or early twenties. This age group believes itself essentially invincible. Otherwise how do you explain some of their behaviors?
We were headed east on I-270 in St. Louis. The interstate here is 8, maybe 10 lanes across. It is generally heavily traveled with the traffic moving between 60 and 70 miles per hour. In the west bound lane were three kids on “crotch rockets”, those motorcycles that are essentially racing bikes made street legal. As they were passing the other traffic, two of the riders were doing wheelies.
I have seen this behavior before in Tulsa city traffic. The stupidity amazed then, and it still amazes me now.
Perhaps they should pass a law. If you do wheelies on one of these contraptionson on public roads then you are deemed too stupid or too irresponsible to own one. They then impound your machine, sell it, and give the money to a non-profit that works with folks made paraplegic from motorcycle accidents.
Or maybe we should just let genetic selection takes its course and let them opt of the the gene pool.
I then noticed his wife. She appeared to be at least 20 years his junior. She was obese enough that her belly had more than formed an apron. Initially I thought she was Hispanic. I shortly heard her say something, and it was classic Tennessee country. Neither she nor her husband were ugly, but then again they were not particularly handsome.
My Uncle Dutch is not a tall man, and he has what we affectionately call a Buddha belly. I know that he was skinny once upon a time. I have seen pictures of him when he was young and in the Navy, but that is not the Harry Dodd I know. He is elderly now, with white hair, and it is hard for me to not think of him in a suit and tie. The first thing that you will probably notice about my Uncle is his smile. While he doesn’t smile all the time, it is certainly there more than it isn’t. And it is the type of smile that just lights up his whole face.
I had read or heard about this Arabic language movie, and I was very interested so I bought a copy. Just as an aside, I told a coworker and friend that I had purchased the film. He is Egyptian and the movie had a special interest for him. We made a night of it, his wife and mother prepared a traditional Egyptian dinner and we watched the movie with his wife and his parents. He sent the kids to their rooms, although now I do not believe that to have been necessary.
As a movie critic I might not be your first choice. I venture to the cinema on average about once every two years at this point in my life. And I do not rent a lot of films, maybe a couple a year. I do watch the occasional movie on TV.