People were white-lining with their crotch-rocket motorcycles at 135 mph before cameras got small enough to mount on their helmets. They used to just be a page

People were white-lining with their crotch-rocket motorcycles at 135 mph before cameras got small enough to mount on their helmets. They used to just be a page 3 story in the local newspaper. Now their final rides are re-posted to every "rekt" thread. Perhaps eventually, enough people will absorb the lesson that doing a dangerous thing is dangerous, and will stop trying to make the "oh shit" glands above their kidneys express their "we're about to die" juice. I have seen enough of those videos that I'm pretty sure that the way I will die is by my tiny commuter sedan being forcibly disassembled by a heavy tractor-trailer or large SUV that crosses the center line. Humans are such fragile things. Why would you intentionally do things that might get your brains splattered across a rock, when we only have another 40 to 60 years to go until you can make a backup almost as good as biology provided?