Truth: Harley's are for Posers

And so I beat a dead horse.......

I hate Harley riders. I sort of hate Harleys too, but its really not the bike as much as it's the riders.

Funny how the 50-something lawyer, doctor, cop, construction worker, janitor, and bald mustached homo can all pretty much look the same on a Harley. The same stupid t-shirt, same stupid leathers, and same stupid look on their faces when they motor by my house with their bikes loudly farting the whole way.

Eventually more people hate them then love them, realize they are a nuisance, and stop buying them. Then their stock price drops from $75 to $30 per share. Bummer for them. :-)

This I know...coming out of winter hybernation gives me a sense of motivation..among other things.

I often wonder why Spring/Summer makes me feel so alive.? The re-birth of grass, flowers, trees, allergies, skimpy outfits, tanned skin. It all gives me a motivation of sorts. Which of course doesn't last long, but hey, it gets me going for a while.

And so it begins.

Well, I finally got around to creating a blog. Me and about 50 gagillion other people. I'm hoping to get around to telling you what I know about life.