motobasturds

It takes all types I suppose. There’s those guys that own every Stugis shirt from back to 1984. Still haven’t saved enough scratch to put a bike together. Then there’s the guys who dress up in the assless chaps and fringe vests, push the new scooter out of their suburban garage and ride across town to the “biker bar”. Where all the other lawyers and real estate salesman gather on the weekends to suck down the suds and stand around admiring all the new billet pieces that have been added since last weekend. Then there’s the guys who keep the tire and oil companies in business.