Boy, there ain't nothing like a motorcycle. Yessir, a sleek, black, rip-roarin', eardrum-poppin', neighborhood-association-irritatin' hog...nothin' like it in the world.
When you own a motorcycle, you're makin' a statement. You say: I'm bold! I'm tough! I live large, I don't take no prisoners, and if you disagree, buddy, I might just come over their and knock your teeth so far down your throat that you'll be brushing your teeth with a toothpaste enema! And I wet the bed! Wait, scratch that last one...
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