What pathetic creatures human beings are. I just saw a couple of biker wannabes on Harleys trying to intimidate a young couple on a Japanese bike. The couple had just gone around me in the center lane. They weren't acting up or bothering anyone. They were just going about their business.

Well, along came the wannabes on their Harleys and their clean black leather. They were in the left lane. As they approached the kids, one got over in the right lane so that they would both pull up on either side of the kids at the same time. I lost them in a dip, but the last time I saw them the one wannabe was still in the right hand lane beside the kids and the other was just a few feet of their asses behind them.

This really, really pissed me off. What I would have to have an ungoverned truck so that I could have caught up to them. I would have loved to have stuck the nose of a Peterbilt a few feet off of the wannabes asses and found out how big of men they would be then.

I guess one of the things that pissed me off the most is that I’ve known real bikers; Kings Mountain Knights and SC Windjammers. A real biker wouldn't have to intimidate a couple of kids on a "rice burner" to prove their manliness. And if they would, they need to turn in their colors, because they aren't men and they aren't fit to wear those colors. Of course, neither of these guys was wearing colors.

You know, if that's all it takes to be a man, to ride a Harley and wear nice black leather and intimidate kids on the highway, then I don't want a fucking Harley. I'll find me the shiniest, girliest rice burner I can find, and I dare any of you sons of bitches to fuck with me. Of course, I’m 6'4" and weigh 345 pounds. Plus, I’m an old dog, and I’ll already know that if you fuck with me simply because of what I’m riding, you're a punk-ass and it won't take much to scare you off of the highway and into a ditch. And when you are lying down there, broken and bleeding, just maybe it'll dawn on you that you vastly over-estimated your importance, and that it takes far more than riding a Harley-fucking-Davidson to turn a boy into a man. Well, a real man, anyway.