Originally Posted by DirtNap

Its not about **** ....

We all ride or don't ride ....

Who ever wants to expose his or her reasons for riding, must want to get hustled ....

I freaking hate a circle jerk ....

Hey Mommy, look at me i'm masturbating in the mirror ...

Next!!!!!

Could i paint your face with circus puke ..... you know the one you find next to the hotdog stand hiding under the popcorn ...

Originally Posted by Dawg Rider

You sissy boys with your fancy pants electric starters, brakes, and foam padded seats insult the hard-assity of a manly man's man like myself. I remember the days when real men would would ride with no seat at all on a file-sharpened frame backbone. And while some of the prissy types would wear boots and goggles, the true riders went barefoot with razor blade pegs and rusty barb wire grips, half blind from direct bug hits to the eyeballs. And we liked it! Some days we'd use toothpicks to hold our eyes open to see who would be the first to get blinded and run into a tree or a road sign. Then we'd all have a good laugh while he tried to strap his leg back together with duct tape before he passed out from blood loss. Good times. And none of them frilly rubber tires and shock absorbers for us, either. If steel's good enough for locomotive wheels and horse shoes, it's good enough for a masculine man's motor sickle. Sure we fell down a bunch because of sparse traction, but that just made for entertainment around the campfire (none of that pansy electricity for us) trying to find funny shapes like big hooters in each other's scabs. On cold days, we'd ride bare **** nekkid just for kicks. We did use heated grips, but that just meant using a torch to get them glowing red just before we lit out. I sure miss the days of real riders on real machines...