I'm gonna fill you all in on a bit of male psychology.
Just about every guy on this planet secretly thinks he's the best [fill in the blank] EVER.
You ladies cannot be surprised by this but I wonder if a bunch of guys are all of a sudden shaking their heads in wonder and amazement at how someone else thinks they may be better at something.
This is clearly not possible, because YOU are the best.
Well, maybe not the best impressionistic painter or interior decorator, but if you boys are reading this, you probably think you're the best motorcyclist.
EVER.
Let's explore this a bit.
If you're into poking into nature's plan, maybe it makes sense.
Let's assume for a minute that natural selection (something I'm certain we've kissed goodbye and are in fact working against) was an important part of the survival of humanity.
All of our behaviors and responses to these behaviors would need to benefit humanity as a whole regardless of its effect on the individual.
Maybe as hunter gatherers, we needed guys who felt invincible - like they were the best.
They needed to be able to run down the wild boar and put dinner on the table, er, hunk o' rock.
(section about hallucinating luminaries, gullible followers, and questionable scriptures removed to prevent offending people) If they needed to defend their tribe, they needed to believe they were better than their attackers so they wouldn't run in fear.
Eventually, the species would benefit.
The strong would survive and procreate.
Even if the specific drives killed off certain individuals, humanity as a whole would benefit by the removal of less capable genetics.
Maybe the women were even more attracted to the proto-douches of the past.
So I think men are probably wired to think they're the best.
Best hunter.
Best warrior.
Best motorcyclist.
In modern times, this can cause problems though.
If you're reading this, you are probably not operating in the environment that nature intended.
Information displays like TVs or computer monitors don't grow on trees and unleaded gasoline doesn't flow from the mountain streams.
Our biological predispositions to mow down vast quantities of food to prepare for the (no longer) inevitable long periods of starvation are working against us creating the fattest crop of Americans ever.
And as it turns out, our instincts & emotions, our brains & bodies are not particularly optimal for piloting wacky two wheeled contraptions in less than predictable conditions.
But we foolish males seem bound and determined to push through to indulge childish fantasies with reckless abandon.
This gets even worse when time comes to learn or improve.
Seriously, improve on what? We're already the best.
I mean, the guy on the GoldWing who dusted me back in the day was on some crazy Honda secret test bike with 317 HP, a proprietary drag reducing paint job, and gumball tires.
And the guy on the 600 who destroyed you on your literbike only was able to do so because you were having an off day, hadn't had a bowel movement in a week and were overweight (by like a pound plus for every day), and he was just nuts anyway.
Oh, and didn't you mention that you got a bad tank of fuel? Plus when you went to race school, you wound up showing the instructors a thing or two, didn't you? My point is just that, love it or hate it, guys are probably wired to think we're the best at anything we do.
It's just human nature.
It probably served an interesting purpose back in the day, but now the best we can do with it is know that we make the best fantasy football picks and that the only reason we missed the show was that pesky knee injury.
But there's a harsh reality here, boys.
I hate to break it to ya, but you are NOT the best motorcyclist in the world.
I know this because I am.