“Let’s see these pasty-faced gutless wonders pour red paint on some leather clad bikers”
The Appalachian Trail access point is right next to the local biker dive.
During the summer, sometimes, the smelly hippies come in for ice and other sundries.
By the time they leave, they’re wall-eyed, cold sweating and pasty faced.
And we don’t even say anything.
We just...stare...and smile.
So far, not one peep about the yards of dead cow skin standing around in the place or the bloody burgers on the plates.
:)
Very good points