People just can't seem to understand that they're in a multi-ton metal box, traveling 60 MPH, fueled by controlled explosions.
I'm on 20lbs of plastic composite.
You hate that I'm out there, and I hate that you don't seem to care for my safety. But the difference is that if I mess up, you don't die. If you mess up, I might.
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