I got a chuckle from RideApart's "Ten Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Date a Motorcyclist." But something in the satire made me feel...I don’t know…guilty for laughing. I mean, if you re-read the thing (and I think you should), you’ll see this is clearly a cry for help. First of all, the author uses the word “motorcyclist” to exclusively define the heterosexual male rider, so right there, you know he’s either ancient or been hiding under a rock. Either way, you shouldn’t laugh at these people. Secondly, the poor guy must be so beat down by the unrealistic expectations of non-riding females, he’s actually trying to talk them out of dating him (and you too if you’re a heterosexual male who rides a motorcycle). That’s tragic. Then, he’s outing his rare disorder of the nasal mucosa, which apparently, a lot of heterosexual males who ride motorcycles suffer from. I don’t really know what he’s talking about, being a girl and all; we don’t get “boogers.” Anyway, the article got me thinking. Maybe you motorcyclists (heterosexual males who ride motorcycles) are looking for love in all the wrong places. Maybe what you should do is find yourself a woman who rides a motorcycle. Consider some less-obvious reasons why hanging out with someone who digs what you dig might be the way to go.