My friends and I were talking yesterday and somehow the conversation of motorcycles came up.
One dude was talking about how much fun it was to ride them and the rush you get while me and someone else were staring at him like he had two heads or something because nothing sounded more unappealing then careening around on a motorized bicycle that was pretty unstable.
But then we realized that, given the chance, we would most definitely ride on the back of a motorcycle as someone else was driving and controlling it.
It seems like we actually do like the adrenaline rush that comes from zooming around at ridiculous speeds as long as we are not in charge and whatever happens is not our choice, if that makes any sense.
Of course, he thought we were crazy but we were soon finding parallels in other things. for example:
– Skydiving while strapped to someone else, but never on my own
– roller coasters since all you have to do is sit and enjoy the ride
It seemed that as long as we weren’t running the show and every move after actually starting said semi-dangerous activity wasn’t a product of our decisions then we were fine. Fabulous actually.
Weird how our perception of risk works…