I'm sure that being at war in such a jingoistic society as ours only serves to enflame the macho tendencies of most people who equate the size of their genitalia to the authority with which they drive. I find it so sad to look around at all of the shiny new cars in such a depressed, public-housing laden area as my own and realize that this merely represents a large portion of people who can least afford to using an automobile as a measure of their own self-worth. All I see are high interest rates and repossessions waiting for one more missed payment. All of this while we're led as the sacrificial lambs in a war on an ephemeral target in which we are not really all that interested in waging. (What if all the world leaders didn't have secret service or bodyguards? Who'd be the targets of bombings then?)
I don't know how much any of this is connected, but it sure feels like it. Indifference breeds resentment and hostility.
RIP, one more biker.