I used to think the same thing, but then I met my husband who rides, and now I do too. The way he explained it to me is that you need people to hear you, they may not always see you, you at least get a second chance to not get ran over if they can hear you.
I used to think the same thing, but then I met my husband who rides, and now I do too. The way he explained it to me is that you need people to hear you, they may not always see you, you at least get a second chance to not get ran over if they can hear you.
And he lied.
If “loud pipes save lives” was actually true, they’d point them forwards.
there’s a difference between being heard and
#BEING FUCKING HEARD
you don’t need the latter to stay alive.