 Their organ donors go flying off those bikes or affectionately call my favorite crotch rockets. You know, the ones you're going at 75 miles an hour thinking I'm going a little fast. Then all of a sudden, you know, and don't you love the ones that zigzag in and out of traffic? Well, I got to tell you, I'm saying to myself, you know, if that guy goes flying off into the guardrail or somewhere over into the trees, I'm not going to be sad. I'm not because most of them drive like jackasses.