So, I throw on my leather jacket, gloves, and Javan's extra helmet and go outside. The only pants I have with me are my flimsy cargo pants, which are about the thickness of nylon exercise pants, only they're softer. Now let me break to explain something. I drive fast. I have a car.
Cars have wonderful features such as seat belts, windows, ceilings, and floors.
I feel safe in cars, regardless of the accident statistics. I am comfy going 110 mph in my car, because I am in control of it, and it doesn't really seem too bad, what with the windshield and seatbelt and all. This thing accelerated way faster then a bat out of hell, and I had to cling for dear life with every muscle of my body to stay on the back of it. If this guy had eaten anything, he would have puked with as tight as I was wrapped around his stomach. I was holding on to the sides with my thighs, sorta like when you ride a horse.