Greatest Motorcyclist

Best Motorcyclist
I'm gonna fill you all in on a certain amount of male psychology. Just about every guy about this planet secretly thinks he's the very best [fill in the blank] PREVIOUSLY. You ladies cannot always be surprised by this yet I wonder if lots of guys are instantly shaking their heads throughout wonder and amazement at how someone else thinks they are often better at something. This can be clearly not possible, since you also are the best. Properly, maybe not the best impressionistic painter or indoor decorator, but if you boys are perusing this, you probably think you're the very best motorcyclist. EVER. Let's explore this a bit.
If you're into poking in to nature's plan, maybe it makes sense. Let's assume for a second that natural selection (something I think we've kissed goodbye and are in reality working against) was an important perhaps the survival of humanity. Our behaviors and responses to these behaviors would need to benefit humanity as an entirely regardless of its impact on the individual.
Maybe as hunter gatherers, we needed guys whom felt invincible - like we were looking at the best. They needed every single child run down the wild boar and put dinner revealed, er, hunk o' steel. (section about hallucinating luminaries, easily fooled followers, and questionable scriptures removed to counteract offending people) If they was required to defend their tribe, they was required to believe they were better than their attackers so that they wouldn't run in anxiety.
Eventually, the species could benefit. The strong could survive and procreate. Even if the specific drives slain off certain individuals, humanity in its entirety would benefit by removing less capable genetics. Maybe the ladies were even more attracted to the proto-douches of days gone by.
So I think men are usually wired to think they're the very best. Best hunter. Best soldier. Best motorcyclist.
In present times, this can cause issues though. If you're perusing this, you are probably not operating from the environment that nature supposed. Information displays like Television sets or computer monitors never grow on trees in addition to unleaded gasoline doesn't flow from the mountain streams. Our biological predispositions to help mow down vast quantities of food to ready for the (no longer) inevitable long periods of starvation are functioning against us creating your fattest crop of Us residents ever. And as as it happens, our instincts & thoughts, our brains & bodies usually are not particularly optimal for piloting madcap two wheeled contraptions inside of predictable conditions. But we foolish adult males seem bound and determined to push through which indulge childish fantasies together with reckless abandon.
This gets worse when time comes to master or improve. Seriously, improve on what? We're already the best. I mean, the guy on the GoldWing who dusted me the government financial aid the day was about some crazy Honda key test bike with 317 HP, a proprietary drag reducing paint job, and gumball tires. And the guy on the 600 who destroyed you with your literbike only surely could do so because you used to be having an off time, hadn't had a bowel movement within a week and were overweight (by as being a pound plus for every single day), and he seemed to be just nuts anyway. Oh yea, and didn't you mention which you got a bad aquarium of fuel?
Plus when you went to race school, you wound up showing the instructors anything or two, didn't you?
My point is except, love it or can't stand it, guys are probably wired to think we're the best at anything we do. It really is just human nature. It probably served an appealing purpose back in the afternoon, but now the best we can do with it is understand that we make the best fantasy football picks knowning that the only reason we missed the show seemed to be that pesky knee harm.
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