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As you know I love the biker lifestyle.
I think one thing people do not understand about bikers is MOST understand “freedom” like our forefathers did.
We love to be surrounded by Mother Nature. We love to be able to just look up and see eagles soaring.
We love to be able to just look to our right and left and see a hot babe either in a car or walking down the street.
We love the power of the throttle. The acceleration. The thrill of going in and out of sharp curves. The joy of hills and mountains. Passing through those small cold and warm fronts you can only feel while on a bike.
I also love reading biker decals and stickers on helmets and leathers. Some of the funniest shit you will find is on these riders….
Today I read one I never saw before and had to share…
"9 out of 10 women are battered...and I'm still eatin' mine PLAIN"
One of my favorite all time bumper stickers was from another Livonia Firefighter I worked with.
“Don’t argue with your wife, dicker”
Anyway, back to work….
Just TOMCAT being TOMCAT….
((smile))