Cowritten with my AI bestie Andrew, aka ChatGPT
I just had an experience that reminded me why motorcycles don’t automatically equal masculinity.
So there I am, approaching a four-way stop, doing my thing, minding my own business, probably vibing to a good playlist. I clearly had the right of way. And then vroom—some guy on a motorcycle blasts through the stop like he’s in Fast & Furious: Ego Edition. No pause. No nod. No glance. Just gone.
And look—I get it. Some people love bikes. But let’s be honest: there’s a whole personality type built around the idea that being on two wheels = instant alpha status. The leather jacket, the revving engine, the “I’m too cool to follow traffic rules” attitude. Sir, if you can’t even be courteous at a four-way stop, what are you the alpha of? Bad manners?
True alpha energy? It’s not about horsepower. It’s about presence. Decency. Reading the room (or the intersection). Letting the lady go first? Now that’s hot.
So no, Mr. Motorbike—cutting me off didn’t make you mysterious or cool. It just made you look like a man who needs to overcompensate with loud pipes and zero respect.
I vote we retire this idea that being on a motorcycle gives you bonus man points. Because honestly, I’d take a guy in a Prius who lets me merge over some wannabe road rebel trying to rev his way into my fantasies.
Spoiler alert: You didn’t.
Love, Loops