We’ve devoted this site to several topics having to do with the free-spirited life of a biker, including riding adventures, building bikes, and the spirit, freedom and romance behind the lifestyle. Our approach may be hazy, but it’s the basis of a life only few can dream of. Maybe the old farts only want to ride air-conditioned Road Kings and don’t care if they ever see or touch a naked tit again. Maybe some would prefer that hundreds of thousands of riders would buy and ride motorcycles to work because they don’t take up much space and get good mileage.
I’ve never looked at riding as simply as buying the safest, most fuel efficient toaster for the ol’lady. It’s always been my belief that we ride for something far from the ordinary, the efficient, and cost effective. Hell, if you want to travel in comfort you’d buy a new Lexus with leather seats, a GPS and surround sound. In some models you could watch porno flicks and stroke your sweetie’s pie for 500 miles. Can’t beat that.
This doesn’t apply just to Harleys but to all motorcycles, except for scooters that are used to ride to school ’cause parking is a problem. Genoa, Italy, was packed with scooters, so was Singapore. Motorcycles everywhere, because they have the weather for it and they’re 10 times more convenient than cars. Let’s get to the news, then I’ll top this off:
San Francisco News Flash
A man, wanting to rob a downtown Bank of America, walked into the branch and wrote: “This is a stikkup. Put all your muny in this bag.” While standing in line, waiting to give his note to the teller, he began to worry that someone had seen him write the note and might call the police before he reached the teller’s window. So he left the Bank of America and crossed the street to Wells Fargo. The teller read it and, surmising from his spelling errors that he wasn’t the brightest light in the harbor, told him that she could not accept his stickup note because it was written on a Bank of America deposit slip and that he would either have to fill out a Wells Fargo deposit slip or go back to Bank of America.
Looking somewhat defeated, the man said, “OK” and left. He was arrested a few minutes later, as he was waiting in line back at Bank of America.
Final Statement
That’s the premise for this goddamn site. For me it’s simple and the way I plan to approach the editorial content, until someone tells me different. That’s the reason for this rambling. I believe that riding motorcycles is all about love and freedom. We love to ride or we’d sell our bikes, buy two Toyotas and watch more television. It’s about romance, ’cause there’s only one thing more beautiful than the shape of a custom bike, and that’s the voluptuous form of a woman. Only one thing feels as good as the delicate touch of a fresh hand-rubbed paint job, and that’s a woman’s tit. Why the hell does a young man build his own motorcycle? For the sense of accomplishment, the freedom to ride what he wanted and something to attract chicks with. Finally, riding and the sense of freedom behind building custom motorcycles is as American as apple pie. Only through motorcycle rights groups and the beloved men and women who support them, can we still ride and build free. Alright, so tell me, what do you think of this editorial approach? Then, if the weather is good enough, go for a ride. I will hopefully start bringing you reports on my Sturgis plans in the next couple weeks. Ride forever, Bandit
