I Hate Motorcycles

I am not sure if I believe in a "former life", but if that is the case, I am almost certain I died in a motorcycle accident. I hate Motorcycles. I hate the noise they make, especially the Harleys. Two wheels are so much less stable than four. Also, my friend Eric fell off of Mulholland Drive in LA riding one. He fell a long way and died, I hope it was quick. All that I am certain of is that the coyotes ate him, hopefully after he died. My friend Adam's brother is in a wheelchair now because he thought it was cool to ride motorcycles. He plays chess a lot. He also drools and his close companion is a colostomy bag. He is very good at chess; he is not good at walking. No good at all.