flayed alive

i’m sitting in traffic and looking out the window. i see a “oh-i’m-so-cool” biker riding with his shirt off but with his helmet on. i’m trying to imagine his thought process…”yes, if i crash, my very flesh will be flayed from my body…but at least i’ll look cool and my head will be protected…maybe they can save my head…but whatever…the point is…i…am…hot…and the chicks…dig…me!“