A rocket powered bicycle that goes 207 MPH. That is exactly what I wanted when I was twelve. What a wild ride!
Now there’s a technology just CHOCK FULL of possibilities. All of them bad.
But… but… rocket bike!
Road rash on steroids, waiting to happen.
That’s your main drawback, right there. You can solve the problem by heading down to your local motorcycle dealer and armouring up, but then you’re dressed as a biker while riding a pushbike, which has to open you up to a whole new set of hazards.
What’s needed is a whole new line of rocketcycle clothing. Probably best to avoid the full-on, Evel Knievel racing stripes and cape look, though.
Anyone who will ride a rocket bicycle has earned a cape.
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