Eating contests exist while others in the community barely survive on minimal rations. In the U.S. people gain notoriety for downing hot dogs by the dozen while Toronto has a pasta eating contest.
And my city recently hosted a get-together for skin doodlers self-styled "tattoo artists". Beautiful bodies submit to questionable art. Once age takes hold, all that colourful "art" will hang on flabby flesh and bony limbs. It's the only "art show" that requires the approval of Public Health officials ensuring the health and safety of the misguided who pay big money for the mutilation of their bodies.
And there has been a get-together of motorcyclists. What have we missed in our lives other that the noise of mufflers and the smell of exhaust fumes? Should I ever encounter such a enthusiast, I would ask a question: If someone should market a machine identical to your bike other then it was totally silent, would you buy it?
Some people revel in noise. Years ago the battlefield weapon of choice was the lumbering mussel-loading cannon. In time, the breach-loading gun with its rifled barrel appeared. Old-timers appreciated the lighter weight and the improved accuracy. Their complaint was that it was not as loud its predecessor. That's how the noiseless motorcycle would be received.
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