Swiss

1# Not going round a roundabout whilst in full view of approx 25-30 .org members whilst on a ride out.

2# Arriving at a set of Traffic lights on a very busy High Street with alot of noise. You "HAVE" to use large blips of throttle for downshifting it's the law you know. I'm in full "Look At Me" mode in my dark blue jeans, retro leather jacket, blacked out visor and the Ultimate in coolness of British Motorcycle Muscle which is, the really Shiny Yellow Triumph Daytona 955i. "I look the mutt's nuts, check me out ladies look what your missin" I think to myself as I arrive at the lights and slow to a stop. OH NO!!!!!!!! My jeans have gotten caught on the heel guard and I can't get my foot off the peg!!!! At that very moment I am hoping that for some inexplicable reason I suddenly posses the properties of a Weeble to save me from the inevitable, sadly however, despite having the body for it I do not; and the the ineveitable happens. Still in crouched riding position I topple gracefully to my right as I think to myself "You don't see Weebles anymore do you?" I kiss Terra Firma puncturing the crank case cover my my really shiny stead and wounding what used to be a perfectly servicable ego.

And that is my principle argument for making dark visors legal!