Easy, Rider

I'm not a jerk. I hope Ben Roethlisberger is OK. But I gotta say: he's not too bright. This guy thinks he should be running a no-huddle offense? If he doesn't know riding a motorcycle is crazy, he's not ready to call his own plays at the line of scrimmage. Don't get me wrong, I understand the allure of hogs; This is the time of year that I get really tempted to get one. Who wouldn't? The weather is ideal, the gas mileage is killer, and, being honest, it makes you look like a stud. But all it takes is a Big Ben-type story and I come back to reality that it's a dangerous hobby.

All it took to convince me was to have a friend get into an accident. Larry's brother Brad had pins in his arm, teeth knocked out, and could very well have died after getting into an bike accident at the expense of careless driver. And Brad is one of the smartest guys I know. It's not even about wearing a helmet or being an experienced rider. As unpredictable as motorists are, I sometimes feel unsafe being in an SUV, let alone fully exposed on a bike.

I have some really close friends who are bikers that are going to get pissed at me for saying all this, but I wish they would find a safer hobby.

Just had to be honest.