Transcript
Right.
I used to ride motor cycles. I have now quit riding motor cycles. I haven't ridden motor cycles in years.
It's easy for me to not ride motorcycles because I have extremely fast cars. I have some of the best cars on the planet.
But,
I used to be a massive motorcycle fan because motorcycles are cheap performance. That's what they are. You're sacrificing...
the safety of a car, you're increasing your risk of dying,
But you get supercar performance for a fraction of the price. A $7,000 motorcycle will keep up with a $250,000 car.
They're that fast. So I understand the appeal. I certainly was addicted to motorcycle at one point because I was broke and the performance is fun.
The only thing about bikes that's not as cool as cars is the anonymity. That makes it cool in some ways. Like if I was driving on my bike and someone cut me up, I'd just come up next to them and just smash their wing mirror off and just disappear down the road. That was cool.
But, because no one can see who you are, right? But in a supercar, it's cool for the other reason, because everyone knows it's you, and your car is known around the city, and you're flexing on the broke boys.
Anyway, so I decided to quit motorcycles before I was rich enough for supercars. There was a good period in between when I didn't have a motorbike, and I didn't have a supercar. And I quit motorcycles because
Some idiot nearly killed me.
And I think there is great shame in an easily preventable death.
If I die by something I could never have
Negated fine, but if I die because I
I was just sloppy or I was amateur or I could have avoided it. I think that's quite an embarrassing thing to happen. What happened to Tate? Oh, he died.
"How?" "Oh, well, he was riding his motorcycle around and someone hit him in a car." He's kind of like, "Well,
All Tate did was ride that motorcycle around all day every day. Eventually someone's going to hit him.
It's kind of stupid, right? So anyway...
I'll tell you a quick story, very, very quick story.
I'm riding my motorcycle.
I'm of course not doing the speed limit. Why the f...
Thank you.
Fuck.
would I do the speed limit on a superbike?
I have a GSX-R750. It's yellow and black.
I used to do wheelies all the time, but for once I'm not even doing wheelies, I'm behaving myself.
just cruising down the road. It's a 30, I'm doing maybe 90. Now, when you ride motorcycles, you don't just pay attention to the road, you pay attention to like the holes in the road, you watch people's faces.
to see if they turn their heads and look at you. I actually think this is the reason where six or seven cars, six or seven years of supercars have never had an accident ever.
Because I can drive. Like, I can actually drive. A lot of people think, all men think they can drive, right? I can actually drive.
And I can pay a lot of attention. I pay attention for years of motorcycle riding.
So,
I'm going this way.
A car comes up to the junction here.
As I'm coming down the road, I watched the lady.
Look this way.
Look directly at me.
and then pull out.
She looked directly at me.
Let me once again give you that beautiful visual demonstration. Me coming down the road, she comes up, stops because it's my right of way.
She looks this way, she looks directly fucking at me, and then pulls out.
Unbelievable.
Now, I didn't go into the side of her car. I slammed the brakes, but obviously the back of the bike now, because I've got too much pressure going forward, the back wheel of the bike is like fish tailing. But I managed to go around the car.
So as she's pulled out here, I've managed to kind of go around the car and hit the curb here and crash.
and
I woke, I don't say woke up, I don't think I was knocked out. There was a period where I could hear
but I couldn't move or really see or really understand what was going on. But it couldn't have been long, three seconds, maybe four seconds.
and everything's black and I hear
the noises of the bikes still tumbling,
and I'm laying down
and I was flat on my back.
And just like Jesus,
I was winded, right? I couldn't breathe properly. I was winded.
But I've been winded lots of times in fighting, so I was used to ignoring that. So just like Jesus, even though I was winded, I sat up
I had full leathers on, full helmet, everything.
Looked, looked, didn't see any cuts, my letters, no blood.
And I stood up.
like from the Bible. Now my bike is obliterated.
into pieces, and it's at least 200 meters down the road.
And I'm about 30 meters from the car, which is now stopped in the middle of the road because she saw it happen and she stopped.
Thank you.
So I got up, I turn around,
Now look at this.
Bitch.
Because that's what I'm going to call her, because she almost killed me.
and I walked back towards Dakar.
And you know what the most upsetting thing about the whole incident was?
She had the most stupid expression on her face.
Because obviously she just pulled out, because females have low IQs.
Right? Because women are stupid. She didn't even realize anything that happened. So she just pulled out on me. And then all of a sudden, she's pulled out and all of a sudden in front, she's just seen a motorcycle just go blow up.
So she stopped the car in panic. And when I walk over to the car,
It's very difficult for me to replicate her face.
But it was just absolute shock. It was just...
Like a fish.
I remember thinking, you look like a fish. Her mouth was open. Her hands were still on the wheel. It's been a good minute by now. Must have been since I got up, did my Jesus act, crashed, everything.
And she's just like,
frozen like a fish.
I walked over and said, "What the fuck?" Started screaming at her and she just
Like a fish.
And I thought, is this the person who's going to kill me?
I mean if 12 tigers attack me and I manage to defeat 11 in unarmed combat with my aikido and the last tiger gets my neck,
That's a fine way for Tate to die.
But for this bitch, this idiot, to kill me,
That's disrespectful to the universe.
Like someone that pathetic can't kill someone as great as me.
I'm the man. The worst thing about it is if she did kill me,
She wouldn't even go to jail.
It was an accident. He was driving too fast. Doop-doop-doop.
Would she even get points on her driver's license? Probably not. What would happen to her? Nothing.
Stupid bitch.
So I was like, you fucking cunt.
And I still have my armored gloves on, right? And she's still fishing. Fish face. So I punch her window. Bust her window. Fucking stupid. I'm about to kill the hoe.
She's looking at me like, "I'm the bad one now."
You almost killed me. I just had to go through a motorcycle crash because you looked at me and pulled out on me.
Now, because she's been stopped for a minute, there's a whole bunch of traffic behind her. So now all these dudes run out the car. Captain Save-A-Hose, right?
because I punched a window. What's going on? This fucking cunt nearly killed me, blah, blah, blah, blah. But they didn't see the whole incident.
"Calm down, mate, calm down, man." Being typical fucking retards.
And that was the story of it. When I got home, I did some soul searching. I thought, Andrew, do you want to die this way?
And the answer was no.
because I don't want someone as pathetic as her to kill me. I want to die in some grand, glorious gesture.
You know, like on the cross, crucified like Jesus. I just rose like Jesus. I should die like Jesus. I should not die for some fucking idiot like her.
This leads into, funnily enough,
Thank you.
About two weeks after this,
I was extremely depressed because my motorcycle is all I used to do. I used to train to fight and ride my motorbike.
That's all I did. Didn't have my bike anymore. So now I'm in my car, sitting in a normal car. And I watched a woman crash.
Duh. She pulled out of a junction, turned, and somehow, I can't even explain to you how ridiculous this was. She came up, she pulled out of a junction, turned,
to turn right, and instead of just turning right, she did some kind of U-turn back into traffic.
and crashed.
It didn't make any human sense. I can't explain it to you in a way that makes sense. I know you're sitting there thinking, "No, that can't be right." No, that's literally what she did.
The traffic's going this way, the traffic stopped,
traffic she comes out instead of just turning right and going on her way she comes and just crashes into this car
Female.
And I sat there and I thought, how are women allowed to drive?
How?
Females can't drive and whenever you're in a car with a woman they all say I'm a good driver, but they don't realize how shit they are.
They're so shit. They don't realize their shit.
A man is good enough at driving to know he's not a good driver, but women are such bad drivers, they genuinely think they're okay drivers.
It's remarkable. If you're truly shit at something, you can't even tell your crap.
Right? If you're completely deaf, you don't know you're bad at piano.
Because you're an idiot. Women can't drive, none of them. I've never met a woman who can actually drive competently. They all just fucking make mistakes,
do stupid shit they're not supposed to do, way too close to shit they could never get out of the way of, and then when something happens, it's always, well, it wasn't actually my fault. Ask every woman you've ever met if you had a crash. Yeah, but it wasn't my fault. Of course. How many have I had? Fucking none.
What's your fault?
Stupid bitch.
And that's the point in this video. Women can't drive.