As if one insane motorcyclist is not enough in Chattanooga, a few days ago I watched with horror as a young man, in a black leather jump-suit, on a bright yellow motorcycle did a movie-like stunt while traveling through one of the busiest, and most dangerous, intersections in town. He STOOD UP on the seat of his motorcycle with his arms straight out, like he was a track star crossing the finish line first, while traveling 40+ mph through a 6-lane intersection in heavy traffic. I screamed as he passed in front of my car. I thought I was having a hallucination. He then grabbed the handlebars and jumped on the right side of the bike and pulled the bike down on top of him without ever touching the ground or wrecking. Somehow, he got the bike upright and sat right down on it as if nothing had happened. He popped a "righteous" wheelie and disappeared from view. It was like a circus act or some stunt show at a monster-truck event (not that I've been to one of those...I'm just assuming). I, talking to myself outloud...in the car alone, was letting him have it as if he were my own son. It's a good thing I was too stunned to chase him down and give him a piece of my mind. I'm sure it would have changed his life for the better. I was kind-of-in-awe of him, though. The punk. Stupid, too hot, heat. Makes people crazy!
Stay cool (and sane).