Hipsters on Vespas and other small motor-bikes

I almost ran one of these over the other day on Santa Monica boulevard. The rider was a her, I presume, though it can be hard to tell with hipster types, as androgyny is common among them. Making the gender distinction even more difficult was the rider's blantant, un-hip and slavish law abiding manifested in helmet wearing. The helmet did not have a fire breathing dragon on it. She must not have been that hip. Probably a low, to mid-tier level hipster.

One possible reason for the somewhat detached disposition of the hipster is the never ending pursuit of "hipness" i.e, being out there on the edge of cool. This isn't easy. It may also be one of the leading causes of hipster burnout. Not a pretty sight, I might add. I have come up with a simple solution to the stress of being a motor-bike riding hipster. This is a special case though, and not feasible for the normal, non-motor-bike-riding-hipsters. They've got their own problems.

So... I ask you, low to mid-tier motor-bike-riding-hipster: Are you stressed out due to the constant pursuit of edge city? That elusive place of cool whose limits are constantly changing yet at the same time, ironically, stodgy?

Can you imagine how your standing in your subset of hipster would shoot skyward had I ran you over? When discussing your ironically hip means of transportation over an American Spirit, it is likely that the subject of near hits and misses comes up often. Surviving a life threatening accident always makes one more interesting. I know this, hipsters know this.

Imagine the time saved. No more searching for obscure Norwiegan bands circa eighty-six. It just wouldn't be important after you've survived a life threatening crash, you'd be solidly cool -- and you'd have a story! Of course you would still be tooling around on that Hog! A little blood wouldn't detract the tragically hip from traveling the open road in a style that is on that strange border or hip and weird. And now with the scars! Think of the new trend! Instead of five-foot tall girl or token black guy as essential group members, it could become armless hipster! Or helmet wearing hipster (due to head trauma induced vertigo!).

In your mind you would now know that you are not only cool enough, but also tough enough to run with The Stooges when they were The Stooges.

Peace of mind is not easy to find... but now it's just a crash away.