deadleather
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I ride a black kawasaki ninja with a group of other young sport bikers. The group has about 20 or 30 riders depending on the day. We frequently drink and do drugs while riding. We're all just a little too young and cocky for our own good. The residents of the remote countryside we ride in hate us. We frequently speed up and down the back country roads and we've been known to run other motorists off the road. We even sell drugs to the local school children. The residents of the area have had enough.
One particular day about 30 of us are out riding. We stop at some bars and have some drinks. Just long enough for the trap to be set. Eventually we get back on the bikes and take off. All of us are wearing full sportbiker gear. Typical Dainese, Alpinestars, Sidi, RevIT suits, boots helmets... etc... I myself am wearing a very nice black Dainese 1pc suit. The gear makes us feel invincible, we always imagine that if we crash it will save us and we'll walk away with minor bruises. The feeling of being invincible in our gear along with our alcohol and drug impaired bodies sets the stage for what happens next.
All 30 of us speed along on our bikes, faster and faster. There's a long straightaway ahead and we decide to take up both lanes of traffic and push our bikes to the limits. Approaching 150+ mph we come over the crest of a slight incline. We can't see what's on the other side but as I said, we are young, arrogant and invincible in our gear. As we come over the crest we get the shock of our lives. There is a semi truck trailer parked sideways across the roadway. Each of us have just enough time to panic and reach for the brakes before slamming into it.
The carnage is incredible. All 30 of us have slammed into the side of the trailer at well over 100mph. The second wave of bikers crashed into the first, the third into the second...etc...etc.. Some of the riders are decapitated, others are just a pile of shattered bones and burst organs in their expensive leather suits. Some have been impaled. What a gorey mess.
Some of the bikers have shit and pissed in their suits, the smells are incredible. Leather, gas, oil, piss, shit....
One of the residents starts up some earth moving equipment parked back off the road. A large hole is dug then one by one our mangled, shattered bikes are pushed into it. Next our bodies. The residents start picking up what's left of our leather wrapped bodies and tossing them in the hole on the pile of bikes. You can faintly hear the sound of leather creaking as another body is tossed on and our blood covered suits rub together. Eventually all of us are in the hole.
Dirt is piled on top and we're left there to rot in our gear together.
The residents of the remote countryside have solved their biker problem.
One particular day about 30 of us are out riding. We stop at some bars and have some drinks. Just long enough for the trap to be set. Eventually we get back on the bikes and take off. All of us are wearing full sportbiker gear. Typical Dainese, Alpinestars, Sidi, RevIT suits, boots helmets... etc... I myself am wearing a very nice black Dainese 1pc suit. The gear makes us feel invincible, we always imagine that if we crash it will save us and we'll walk away with minor bruises. The feeling of being invincible in our gear along with our alcohol and drug impaired bodies sets the stage for what happens next.
All 30 of us speed along on our bikes, faster and faster. There's a long straightaway ahead and we decide to take up both lanes of traffic and push our bikes to the limits. Approaching 150+ mph we come over the crest of a slight incline. We can't see what's on the other side but as I said, we are young, arrogant and invincible in our gear. As we come over the crest we get the shock of our lives. There is a semi truck trailer parked sideways across the roadway. Each of us have just enough time to panic and reach for the brakes before slamming into it.
The carnage is incredible. All 30 of us have slammed into the side of the trailer at well over 100mph. The second wave of bikers crashed into the first, the third into the second...etc...etc.. Some of the riders are decapitated, others are just a pile of shattered bones and burst organs in their expensive leather suits. Some have been impaled. What a gorey mess.
Some of the bikers have shit and pissed in their suits, the smells are incredible. Leather, gas, oil, piss, shit....
One of the residents starts up some earth moving equipment parked back off the road. A large hole is dug then one by one our mangled, shattered bikes are pushed into it. Next our bodies. The residents start picking up what's left of our leather wrapped bodies and tossing them in the hole on the pile of bikes. You can faintly hear the sound of leather creaking as another body is tossed on and our blood covered suits rub together. Eventually all of us are in the hole.
Dirt is piled on top and we're left there to rot in our gear together.
The residents of the remote countryside have solved their biker problem.
