hey.
i'm a blowbag.
i admit it. the poseur thing? fuggedabout it. i like to twist the blade in here. you know that.
i don't give a shit what anyone rides. whatever floats yer boat. wanna ride in the rain? knock your tits off. and yeah, i am a weekend/fair-weather bikey.....hell, i'm not even a bikey. this is simply a means-to-an-end = money
i won a fucking year-old flh-pi (police-issue) road king in '03 (vfw raffle......500 tickets sold @ $100 a pop...i bought 5...and it paid off in spades....rode it a little that summer, and figgered...15K looks better in kitchen cabinets, than on 2 wheels...& i sold it)
if you wanna pontificate on the whole ''true biker'' experience, and define the parameters of who is or isn't a ''real'' biker, then you are an even bigger gas-bag than myself. but, don't let me get in your way here.....carry on
i'm a big harley/indian fan.
why?
cuz they were the pioneers of this bikey thing.
i love the history aspect of it.
the nip-riders tend to be as, if not more, snotty re: speed/agility/blahblahblah...... ''harleys are shit''
harley/indian people typically don't give a blue fuck about 0-to-150....top-end-bullshit faggotry....have a good one, 6 feet down lookin up.
quality....not quantity.
anyway,
thanks for playing