I snapped this picture with my cell phone while Heather was driving 65mph (104kph) on I94. This fellow passed us by while riding his bike at a rate of at least 70mph (112kph), doing a wheelie the entire time. He continued this wheelie for about three miles (about five kilometers).

    Normally, I would not advocate this sort of behavior. The obvious downside of three-mile-long-wheelies at seventy miles per hour is that for remarkably little benefit one risks an accident which, at this speed, would present an almost certain death and an extremely embarrassing obituary.

    Seriously, how exactly can one spin “death by self-inflicted idiocy” into a positive epigram?

Dick Richards, Age 23, died May 21:
Mercifully taken by fate before he could breed, proving that Darwin still has a weak hold on the eventual fate of humanity despite our best efforts to thwart him.
Was survived by his three idiot brothers who will hopefully die in similarly amusing circumstances before they can pass on their dubious genetic inheritance.

    See? Every coffin has a silver lining*.

    Which is why I wholeheartedly approve of this stunt, purely for its comedic potential. Sure, his motorcycle might do some flips and take out a family of orphans in a minivan heading to get adopted by rich, kind-hearted philanthropists and I guess that would paint a layer of thick pathos to the story. But I choose to assume that the only damage he would do to anybody else would by the trauma of seeing his pitifully wrecked corpse go tumbling by the family roadsters and their horrified occupants. If nothing else, it’ll give them something to talk about over the dinner table for a change.

* The Undertakers Society of Michigan saw to that. Look it up!