In Colombia, two motorcyclists are messed up on a road laying next to a large truck.

One of the two cuck-nuts has life unfastened by the wrench of Death.

The lone dier revieves a memo: live to ride, ride to live. It goes through one ear right through the other.

His brain definitely makes an F-Disk following the accident.

The moral of the story is to wear a helmet not a backpack for greater chance at survival. Also, for any possibility at a pleasant life.

Props to Best Gore member