I never rode motorcycles (albeit once around a neighborhood for a few minutes), but I did ride a bmx-style bike for a lotta years, lotta miles. And I just (this year) learned about how countersteering is inevitable, or you fall

Point is — I used to cut my tire hard to the right, at slower speed, so that I could turn back into a very tight left circle. Never thought about it though, it just worked. I used to play with that to see how close I could get to a 180° turn (like pretending I was a circling buzzard or something)… it was fun. Never knew how cool the underlying physics were

Fast-forward to that one time I was on a motorcycle… I dropped it on it’s side by the second lap of the cul-de-sac (at very low speed). Dunno what happened, but I do remeber cutting around a circle, and being amazed at how far you could lean into a circle at such a slow speed… as if you’re riding the side-wall of the tires. And then I pulled out of the turn and lost balance, slowly dropping it on it’s side

It was so freaking cool to me. But also… man, I couldn’t control the bike with my hips(?) the way I could with a bicycle. It didn’t exactly translate, cause the bike just had more power and weight. Or possibly because the power control was from my hand and not my feet?

On my bike, I used to be able to stand straight up on my pedals (off my seat) without touching the handlebars, and just cruise by steering with my legs/hips… pretty much all leaning for steering. I would stand up straight hands-free, smoking a cig, and steering with my lower body; just cruising lol (I know, I was super cool man). But it was fun. Always to cruise on a motorcycle, but fuck me, I just don’t trust myself to not be dumb

C’est la vie

A significant portion of the working class doesn’t know shit about how their 401k works, they’re just told that’s how they’ll be able to retire

My wife got me to sit too lol. I had never really considered it before, but I’m never going back, unless it’s a public bathroom

Sit at home, stand in public

Lol, the “just smacking their lips” always killed me. Like they were just fucking with me for funsies

• Small piece of glass
• Small shard of clay pot
• A piece of brick
• Looong piece of string, 90% swallowed
• A hardware bolt
• Waffle house scraps from trash
• Entire fast food burger
• Entire bar of 80% dark chocolate (the only one that required a vet immediately)
• Sometimes his own face hair, still attached… just nomming it a bit

…just off the top of my head from my own experience, you just never know