White People take risks and sometimes they die
I was watching the original one of these (on my blog site) and then there is this reaction by an African American guy with his shirt off? Must be where it is hot and humid?
And I got to thinking about his reaction to all this. There's not doubt about it that white people often do really crazy things when other races would not. I think this is sort of the "Viking" in white people where they think "Eat, Drink, and be Merry for tomorrow we die!"
This is a kind of point of view of people who are white and grow up where there is snow and therefore have to have been much more resourceful to survive in these climates mostly up north or they just would have died the last several thousand years or so living out in the open mostly in tents or crudely built houses with wood stoves or fireplaces for that long.
The argument might be successfully made that people who live in such cold places are just crazy for making this choice in the first place to live there. But, from my point of view Progress is also driven by people willing to take risks in EVERY way that other races might not be willing to take.
Ultimately, the Internet was a risk and Home Computers too driven by this same kind of White neuroses caused originally by living in cold Climates as "Vikings?". So, there are good and bad things to taking some of these ultimate risks with your life like jumping out of a plane without a parachute.
For example, if this guy didn't think he had an 80% chance or better of surviving this jump without a parachute I don't think he could have done it. Was he an adrenaline junky? (in other words he loved the rush of fear of almost dying and falling so far with no parachute) of course.
But, to be able to share something like this with the world having done this and not having died is also priceless in itself.
So, space travel, planes that are motorized, all kinds of neurotic craziness and genius including nuclear weapons all came a lot from the white man's craziness of risking one's life for progress so often.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Likely both. Because within a couple of centuries likely there will not be many or any white people left with blue eyes, blonde hair or even green eyes or red hair because of the mixing of the races now here on earth caused mostly by vacations and air travel being relatively inexpensive.
The closest thing to this I can remember that I didn't expect to really survive without being maimed or worse was riding my world war II BSA 500. It was exactly like this one below except people didn't use camo paint like this in World War II yet (the British). So mine was painted Army green. If you look close at it there is no battery, a kick starter and internally there is a magneto which can generate enough real time power to run your headlight. It was the single most reliable motorcycle I have ever owned that I could literally get it to start in any weather from 100 degrees Fahrenheit to Zero degrees Fahrenheit no matter what within 5 minutes time no matter if it hadn't been started up for 6 months or even a year or two out in the desert. There are very few motorcycles that are kick starters that you can say this about.
There was also almost no suspension at all except in the front because in the back you had springs on your seat and that is all. So, if you didn't want to break your spine in the bush you had to rise up on your pegs a little off your seat over bigger bumps so you didn't break your back or crush your spine. The people who designed this expected this so the handlebar comes back further than on most bikes so you can more easily pull to stand up on your pegs to protect your back and spine over bigger bumps. But, if you forget expect to be in pain.
Note: This picture has a modified or new handlebar because it doesn't come way back like the original ones did so you could more easily lift up. However, the disadvantage likely would be in some crashes you could be impaled on one side of the handlebar or the other because the handle came straight back on each side. end note.
So, what happened to me when I came up laughing like this guy was when I accidentally looked back in the desert while racing one of this with my cousin who had a Honda 90 (1960s version) I believe of the trail bike across the desert. So, we were both going about 45 miles per hour at the time but I was driving on the dirt sandy road through deep sand about 6 to 12 inches deep in little burms caused by tires on trucks and cars. So, when I looked back to see where my cousin was I didn't see a different angled deep sand burm and the bike I was on started to go down on it's side and sliding on the sand. I was wearing low cut tennis shoes below my ankles, bermuda shorts and a T shirt with no helmet because of the era we were riding in people generally didn't wear helmets unless they were attempting something that might kill them like a stunt.
So, as the bike went down I just grabbed the right handlebar as it went down left and managed not to skin my left knee on sand going by 40 miles per hour there and just held the right handlebar with my left hand while I stood on the right side of the engine as the bike slid from 45 miles per hour down to about 20 miles per hour. Then finally the left foot peg caught and dug into the ground and the bike went from 20 to zero so I had to roll forward into the sand so I wasn't badly injured. After 2 or 3 summersalts forward I came up laughing like this guy who jumped without a parachute. Because I was really happy to only have a couple of skinned knees and arms instead of losing a limb or head in the sliding crash. My cousin was white with fear having witnessed this because he was 5 years older and more responsible because I was between 18 and 20 and still pretty crazy with testosterone like young guys often are. After he saw me laughing he began to laugh too for about a minute. Then he said, "My God! I thought you were dead when that thing went down going so fast!" I said, "Yes. I was pretty worried too it might be all over."
But, basically we laughed out our stress and had a great story to tell ever after.
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