That’s right. I said that too. So What? -or- Why no one is impressed with you on your motorcycle
September 30, 2008
OK, I want one.
Busted.
But that by no means should make you think that I am impressed with you on your motorcycle. It doesn’t matter what kind of motorcycle you ride, and here’s why:
- Your Harley is too loud. Just like the guy with the glass-pack muffler, no one is impressed with the over-abundance of sound Harley thinks they should be able to patent.
- Your crotch rocket looks like a moped, and it sounds like one too.
Yes it does.
It’s OK if you just cried a little; I know it’s like the time you decided to be edgy and wear a pink polo, and then you found out it was actually a woman’s shirt. Buddy, Lane Bryant doesn’t make clothes for men, and chicks don’t have an Adam’s apple.
There is no escaping it: your motorcycle has failed you.
Why did you buy it?
Oh, yeah, you wanted to “ride free”.
I see what your doing there; you got the wind in your hair… oh, wait you have a helmet on. No, you got the wind whipping across your… no you don’t, even though it’s 110 out your wearing a jacket, to prevent wind burn. So you bought it cause you liked the way the air blows across your legs… no scratch that too, you have to wear pants incase your feminine little calf muscles touch the tailpipe. Well at least you can enjoy the way the wind blows across your…neck.
Bravo.
So this fall, when the last of the seven days it was nice enough to “ride free” this year have passed, don’t just put the motorcycle back in storage… sell it to me. I’ll buy it from you cheap, and I’ll look good riding it.
