Safety matters, but having lived matters even more.
As Hunter S Thomas said: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!””
Life should be whatever you want it to be. You want to chill the fuck out? You do you. Life, however, should not be full of regrets. Which largely stem from not allowong yourself to do what you want, whether it be from fear, pressure by other people, or certain expecations.
Quotes tend to be nice motivational forces but end up being very simplistic in a world that could not be more complex.
Fuck yeah!
Yeah but what right do you have to push that onto someone who can't consent? Sure, let's let my baby smoke weed and sit on my shoulders while I ride roller coasters, cause if he dies at least he had fun!
Amen brother
Quote would mean more if he didn't kill himself.
At least jump out of a plane with no parachute, Hunter.
having lived matters even more.
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cheese91 octaaaaaannneeee for the camera!'Yeah, this photo is fake, but when I see boomer comments on other sites on photos all I can think is "survivor bias"
Yawn.
Safety Nazi.
This is just what life was like back then. People were wild, and free, and stupid, and happy.
And racist, and coughing a lot,
Edit: I don’t think my kids ever even had a lung oyster
Some people are still racist
The man pictured here is only 23 years old.
Who do you think took the picture?
Your friends who wanted to go motorcycling the day your wife was out of town.
I've heard this one. It was the wife's heart!
This is me and my dad. It isn’t, but it is.
My dad took both me and my brother (at the same time) for rides like this
Mostly I just remember the burns on my legs from the engine.
And then the motorcycle being broken and never getting fixed. I suspect my mom sabotaged it.
To be fair, Safety Third makes a lot of sense.
Serious Explanation
I work at a company with a very strong safety culture because we produce and work with very dangerous substances. We have a company-wide safety meeting every week for office people, and worksites have short safety meetings every shift, and at pretty much every meeting. We talk about safety all the time. However, at almost every safety meeting, there's a reported near miss or an actual injury, and they come with an explanation of which basic rule they violated.
This is one of the best cases of "safety first" thinking, the company is basically stating that safety is its responsibility, and violations of company rules are a problem the company needs to solve (i.e. more training, etc). However, the company has an opposing priority of profit, meaning that the primary reason the company implements safety procedures is to protect it from lawsuits and whatnot.
Safety Third recognizes this conflict of interest and clearly states that safety is the responsibility of the worker, though the company will do what it can to keep the work environment safe. At the end of the day, it's the worker's responsibility to keep themselves safe. Anything else is just a lie that makes workers feel safer than they actually are. It's not about reducing the safety considerations the company puts in place, but to clearly communicate to the worker that it's their responsibility to ensure they get home safety each day. Even the best company processes don't matter if workers ignore them. The most important part, IMO, is "Stop Work Authority" (or "Andon" in Toyota processes), where any employee can halt any part of the process if they think something is unsafe, and that should be what the company focuses on, not all the checklists and reports that people have an incentive to ignore.
Anyway, I think this looks super fun. :)
I can't see the kid's face clearly enough to tell if they're having the time of their lives or if they're absolutely terrified.
Yes.
It's on the stand...
It’s not the stand. It’s the foot peg and the shift pedal.
100%
It isn't on the stand but I think it's a reasonable and value comment, to raise the question. People shouldn't downvote you.
TBH you don't need to go nearly this far back or have the responsible parent home. One of my earliest memories today was my dad putting me on the back of his 600cc bike in the early 90s. I must of been 4-6 and my family wasn't particularly irresponsible or getting into trouble.
Oh yeah, rode with my dad constantly as a kid in the 90s. He even let me take the handlebars.
Once he crashed riding a new bike home right in front of me, my mom and my brother, that was it for me for a while. He nearly died. I jumped out of the car and ran up to him, I was sure he was dead. His tongue was busted and stuck to his lip with a rock in it, he had bloody gravel where there used to be skin on his shoulders and he was making strange groaning noises. I immediately turned and ran as fast as I could to the nearest house (at least a few miles) and banged on the door screaming. I was 9 years old and running on pure adrenaline. The lady called 911 and drove me back to the scene of the crash. The ambulance arrived a few minutes after we did. My brother hadn’t left the car, he was just sitting there as pale as a ghost looking at the scene with a terrified, far away expression. My mom was sitting by my dad screaming and trying to get him to respond to her.
He spent more than a month in the hospital and multiple months in the bed at home.
He was never the same after that. He never stopped taking the pills he got for his injuries. That problem escalated to every drug he could get his hands on. Everything was downhill from there. He had already been taking tylox for a back injury and struggling with that. He went to high doses of onxycontin after that accident.
It took me a long time to forgive him for what he became, and I probably never would have if I hadn’t ended up addicted myself.
Holy shit, sorry to ruin the fun. I hadn’t thought about that in years and years. I don’t know why the memory popped up on me like that. I’ve seen this picture a hundred times and haven’t thought about it at all.
Nah, this was super common when I was growing up. We all used to commute by motorcycle, even though we had a family car. We did wear helmets. I know it's still common all over the world. I'm laughing now, cause my mother was super protective when I was inside the house, but of course riding on a motorcycle with a cheap plastic helmet was no worry for her. We thankfully never had an accident.
The most I’ve seen was family of 7 on a motorbike in Cambodia. The pots and pans and plastic I’ve seen people wear in Saigon was always pretty nuts. With the big difference being they’re typically not going very fast.
