The sad, attention-hungry souls who ride their modified motorcycles up and down the Embarcadero and its arteries stimulate a range of emotions in me. Obviously based on my setup to this topic, the first and most prominent is a sense of pity and sympathy for the obvious longing that these socially awkward middle-aged men feel. But a close second for me has to be a considerable annoyance at the extent of the noise pollution this apparently insecurely-endowed crowd promulgates on the rest of us.

More soon on this topic…but for now, a message to all of you stage-3-mod-having-middle-age-crisis-drowning fools: I’m coming for you.