Let's dispell a few myths here shall we. Good, listen up. Owning a bike does not give you instant lay me powers over every woman who sees you, OK! It does not mean you must trot out to the nearest leather wholesale emporium to load up on low grade black leather to show off at the nearest watering hole this Friday night. Trust me, we know if your leather has seen the miles, or it has yet to be paid for on next months visa bill.
If you are bald, please stay that way, there is nothing cool about bald dudes with the old mullet in a little pony tail, matter of fact it looks downright absurd and when you walk away we all say so. Not that we wouldn't say so directly to your face, we just have better fish to fry, understand!
In addition, it is a very high probability that the girl in this photo is getting paid at the end of the day or the end of the rally, likely in cash and likely she will be heading back to work as a semi-professional cheerleader or hawking free energy drinks at the next rice burner, low rider fiesta-thon. She may not even know a damn thing about bikes.
Now I get it, your pissed you worked away your best years and got really no where so now you would like to somehow relive that, that's OK, like I said, I get that part, trouble is, we are wondering why you don't, get it that is.
