on the rocks

Not intended for weekend warriors who like to hang out at the local starbucks with your gold-card stuck to your forhead, and walk around in all your brand new officialy licenced factory approved Harley Davidson leathers and full gear with wallet chains and head bandanna to match, talking about how you just road a whole 20 miles and can't believe what a long trip it was.

No...this is a "keep a hand on your wallet, and a tighter hand on your woman when I ride upcuz I really don't give a rats ass what you think and yes I can be dangerous if provokedand yes thats whiskey on my breath and when I spillsome on the tank I don't care cuz it's flat black and I got a whole can of rustoleum at home to touch it upand your bike mighta cost 6 times as much as mine but who are them little 21 year old girls hangin out in the Circle K parking lot staring at right now me or you and do you really even know how to ride your bike cuz from what I've seen I'm scared to pull up next to you at a stop light because it looks like you may fall over onme while trying to roll to a stop so make sure you take it to an authorized Harley Davidson "Botique" for your scheduled oil change cuz they won't even allow me in there or customers might get the idea of wrenchin on there own and actually see what a real harley should look and sound like, and your right...woman don't really like me...but if you had this bike they would ask you for rides too" type of bike



Sounds like this comes from the kind of "boy" my parents warned me about...:shedevil

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