if you think “at least he wears a helmet” you are wrong:
[W]hen his leathers tore from early runs at 147 mph (237 km/h), he discarded them and made a final attempt without a jacket, pants, gloves, boots, or helmet. Free lay flat on the motorcycle wearing only a bathing suit, a shower cap, and a pair of borrowed sneakers.
The fuck kind of Temu ass leather tears from wind at that speed.
I think he may have fallen down and torn them that way. Which only highlights how insane this is.
I dunno, that’s a super shiny rounded shower cap with a little bevel around it.
That’s totally a helmet. It’s probably mostly just there to hold his brains in during an accident, but it’s not a fucking swim cap.
Falls in the shower are no joke. People die from that. Always wear a shower cap.
“clothed” isn’t really the word I would use, more like “stripped”.
Extraterrestrial Interviewer: And what might be a good representative example of the . . . “common Earth male”?
Me: *points*
Rollie Free seems like a really apt name for this guy
How was he able to stay balanced on the bike with his massive balls in the way?
His pecker touches that tire, it’s getting yanked right off.
That fender must be hot as hell with a 10billion rpm tire under it, no?
Crazy fucker, Rollie.
It’s not the tire that makes it hot, it’s the sun on it before he slapped his massive balls there.
Imagine the road rash if he were to come off while trying to break the speed record…
The road rash as in “the road now looks red like it has a rash”?
Those speeds aren’t Road rash, they’re meat crayon territory.
And I don’t know if there would be much meat left by the time the crayon stopped.
Well it probably wouldn’t be his problem what with the being dead and all.
Glad he’s not known as a meat crayon. On salt, no less.
Your username is an apt description of this fella.
Meat crayon jerky.
There is a radical song about a guy who is dying of a desparato lifestyle and he says to his lover she can have his Vincent to ride… I always thought it was a car. Now I get it.
1952 Vincent Black Lightning, Richard Thompson
Rollie Free rolling free. What’s it like not having an amygdala Rollie?
