I used to ride a Triumph 650 in a N. African country (1970) that had very little traffic control. They had stop signs but nobody ever stopped. Speed limits weren't enforced. Their interstate had 3 lanes. The center lane was a passing lane for both directions. We called it a suicide lane. Horse drawn wagons without lights used the highway at night because a daytime trip would get them arrested. The police slept at night like everyone else.
That's about how I see this one. Living on the ragged edge. Some people just enjoy the adrenalin rush.
That's about how I see this one. Living on the ragged edge. Some people just enjoy the adrenalin rush.

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