The truth is these people are a dream come true. They make it easier for scooter trash to be ignored by the cops and others because they often even look more hard-core than real bikers. Plus parts are easier to get now,and a increase in the number of women riding is always welcome.
The biggest drawback is you never quite know how to deal with them. I spotted one of these new riders last summer at the local stop and rob,and he was all decked out in the latest Harley fashions,including a plastic Nazi helmet.Everything looked brand new,from his bike and leather to his helmet. As I walked past him,I asked him "If I buy a plastic Nazi helmet,can I be a plastic Nazi,too?" He looked really confused. I don't know why I did this. I wasn't planning on saying anything to him at all.
Sounds like he accessorized right out of the JC Whitney M/C catalog; I often wondered who would buy that kitsch!
ROFL!
What's really weird (to me at least) is seeing a Harley rider sitting at a light in full leathers, boots and gloves, with a plastic soupbowl on his head, and right next to him some kid on a crotch rocket wearing gym shorts and tennis shoes, and a $600 full face helmet.
(spoken:) Ladies and gentlemen... The President of the United States! "Fella Americans...Doot, Doot, Doot..." He's been sick!--Doot! Doot! And I think his wife is gonna bring him Some chicken soup Plastic people! Oh, Baby, now You're such a drag I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy Every once in a while-- Plastic people! Oh, Baby, now You're such a drag 'N there's this guy from the CIA and he's creepin' Around Laurel Canyon-- A fine little girl She waits for me She's as plastic as she can be She paints her face With plastic goo And wrecks her hair With some shampoo Plastic people! Oh, Baby, now You're such a drag "I dunno...sometimes I just get tired Of ya, honey--It's...ah...your hair spray...or something..." Plastic people! Oh, Baby, You're such a drag "I hear the sound of marching feet... down Sunset Boulevard to Crescent Heights ...and there...at Pandora's Box... We are confronted with...a vast quantity of...Plastic people..." Take a day And walk around Watch the Nazis Run your town Then go home And check yourself You think we're singing 'Bout someone else But you're plastic people Oh, Baby, now You're such a drag Me see a neon Moon above I searched for years I found no love I'm sure that love Will never be A product of Plasticity A product of Plasticity A product of Plasticity PLASTIC! PLASTIC PEOPLE!--PLA-HA-HA-HA HA-PLASTIC--You are--your foot--your hair --your nose--your arms--you suck--you love --you are--your being is--you're plastic--blah --blah--blah--plastic Peoples -A prune is not a vegetable --cabbage is a vegetable; makes it O.K. --plastic people--plastic People --you dream about...you think only of...you eat ...you are...Ooo-hoo-hoo... Purple prancing--Plastic people- Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Peep!
"Look ma, a real one!"
Still miss the Commando.
holy cow.....
It's just a different world out there. That right there kinda sums up my stereotype of the modern Harley rider.
Seeing stuff like that, and all the wankers hanging out at 'Easy Riders Bar and Grill'--I gotta give my 'outlaw biker' props to the dopey kids drunk on kamikazes doing front wheel stands on their anime jap bikes in the crosswalk