With your feet forward on pegs or floorboards, arms relaxed, and ass planted on a cushioned seat, it’s all about the ride. Harleys feel carved from solid steel–they own the road. In contrast, crotch rocket riders whiz around on bikes made from recycled milk and pop jugs. And they ride hunched over with their butts propped up on a hard plastic seat like they have hemorrhoids. 

Seriously, who really looks like they’re enjoying the ride more? Harley riders? Or the dorks on the day-glow rice grinders? We all know the answer.