The Friday Fail – The Biker

There are some fails in life that you can at least sympathize with, even if you can’t totally understand how or why they happened. When you see a fat girl dancing a top a table that looks like it can barely support the gravity pushing down on it, let alone the 450 pounds of gyrating beefy chunks hanging loose from every part of her anatomy, then yeah, you may not understand why the fat girl doesn’t realize that she’s huge, but you do understand the simple human need to damn on top of shit. When she falls, you laugh. But you laugh because you’ve probably done the same thing at some point in your life.

And then comes along a guy that slams his motorcycle head-first in to a wall.

Why?

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You probably couldn’t see it, but I just shrugged.

When you first watch the video, you think it’s a wall. When you watch it again, you’ll think it wasn’t a wall, but rather, one of those decorative electronic sliding gates. Then, you watch it again, but this time you think the guy just doesn’t give a shit about either of those two possibilities; he just wants to dramatically ramp up speed in the middle of a parking lot because, according to the clock in the upper right corner, it’s 18:05 and he needed to be inside of that wall like 5 minutes ago.

Maybe he hates spiders and figured that the only way to kill the one he saw on the wall was with vehicular homicide.

Oh, and Christ! How often do you see people crash in to something, or receive some kind of massive body blow, and articles of clothing pop off them like a fucking cartoon?

So congratulations, shitless, pink short-short wearing motorcycle crashing man. You’ve done something so perplexing that nobody will be able to see eye to eye.