I don’t know who I’m more afraid for. The guy on the bike or the two men putting their faith in that tailgate.
It’s fine if you want to ride your bicycle, but c’mon, across the twists and turns of the Great Smoky Mountain Expressway? You put your faith in people who text and drive around kiss your a$$ turns? You are a true adrenaline junkie if the odds of getting smeared all over the side of a mountain are this high.