Join Date: Aug 2012
Location: Side of a mountain in New Hampshire
Lest this degrade utterly into a flogging of my knuckledragging brethren I'm sure that I needn't point out that elsewhere at the same time and even now, motorcyclists in colorful helmets and brightly colored clothes are rolling along physically and/or virtually married to their own electronica. The behavior may look stupid coming from a Harley rider but they don't own the franchise.
After thirty years of fighting the tide to the point of removing the factory radios from previous bikes, Pop has succumbed and now, if I ever expect to regain a shred of decency I have to admit...
Hello, my name is Pop and I have a mobile electronics problem.
Thankfully I would not recognize the signs that anyone is checking Facebook or tweeting. My illness is at a similar level to mommie disappearing into the bathroom to drop a couple Valium. Facebook is black tar in the alley behind the Chinese laundry.
But hey, everybody has to hit their own bottom. Who am I to take the inventory of Hells Angels.com?
Cross Country Tour.
We can't help it
We just keep moving
It's been that way since long ago
Since the stone age chasing the great herds
We mostly go where we have to go
That was written by James McMurtry