Yannow what pisses me off? When these rich pretentious Harley-ridin' fucks with their chromed-out bikes that get 18 miles a year (usually to a local "rally") sit stopped at an intersection and continuously pop their throttles. Or the ones that have their speakers blarin' Montrose's Bad Motor Scooter loud enough to kill a small mammal.
Yeah, because that's just what everyone wants to hear.... you sittin' there jackin' your throttle like it's your dick just to hear yourself make noise.
Don't git me wrong. I ride over 10,000 miles a year and love some good rock 'n roll. But these fucktards that throw on leather for three days a year and think they're tough shit just drive me insane. Learn to ride and getta life. Goddamned weekend warriors.
I hunt animals, wreck bikes, eat weird things,
drink good beer and bitch about society
for your entertainment pleasure.
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