I got into a bit of a discussion about motorcycle enthusiasts the other day. It started with me ranting about certain news events. I was really surprised at the venom directed towards "bikers."
I'm not a fan of biker gangs.
I've known people involved in the 1%.
I wouldn't even buy the same type of jacket.
I don't even aspire to the $30,000 Harley owners club of middle aged white guys who wear $6,000 worth of leather and pretend to be tough.
I'm not much into the twitchy bike crowd either. Don't like setting with my bottom up in the air. Makes me a bit on edge.
Still, motorcyclists are all about image. You see them checking out their reflections in the shop windows.
I have been trying to identify the theme music playing in my head as a moderately terrorize the neighbor hood with my glass packs on the ratty old Triumph.
I think it is banjo music, but now I have a Honda and a Triumph so perhaps it is dueling banjos or perhaps slightly out of tune Japanese Electric Guitars which were purchased at thrift shops.
I probably should just embrace my folly. I do enjoy myself...
Perhaps I should start my own brand. The .00001 percenters. The percentage of motorcycle enthusiasts that know they are dorks and don't really care all that much...
Here I am in all my motorcycle badness. I think I am Gary Nixon but am really Herman's Hermits.
Note the slight belly, poor muscle definition, male pattern baldness, uncool leather jacket.
3 hours ago