Instead, I'm going to take The Butcher's advice and sling some public shame the stuntahs' way. Thanks to you idiots (and to the relief of Hell's Angels everywhere), it's now easier to spend an afternoon weaving a chopper from bar to bar than it is to suit up in full protective gear, fueled by nothing stronger than 91-octane, and tackle the nearest twisty backroads. Is this the sort of "freedom" those chopperheads are always blathering on about? Do us all a favor, please, and knock off the jackassing around in traffic-save it for the secret stunt spot instead. I don't want your idiot antics to force me to retire my ZX-14, or worse, trade it in on a chopper so I can ride free without being hassled by The Man.