You know I was passing by a roadside bar where there were a lot of those old Harley Davidson motorcycles you hear so much about like in movies like the "Wild Ones," with Marlon Brando, and Lee Marvin, where they all ways seem to have a following of some of the most beautiful and biggest chested gals I've ever seen.
What would happen to me if I was to where a California Highway Patrol uniform with a ticket book and walk into one of those bars and ask "Does anyone here own a motorcycle?"
As in most cases allot of those old bikes were once basket cases and had to be re-built or restored from some old rusted out barn or garage as is the titles and registrations which are sometimes questionable as bikers tend to share or give each other a bike so they can go on those famous bike and beer runs we hear about as well...
It is my dream to go dressed as a cop ask that very question and as all those bikers charge out the door to start and ride off on their bikes I will be left with all those beautiful gals and no man to comfort them.
Except in my case like in the movie "Born Loosers," where the guy in the VW bumped a bike while looking at the loser's eye candy, and when they were being kind not to beat his brains in he smarted off without an apology where they did beat the crap out of him and his Volkwagen.
Of course I wouldn't bump their bikes and I would be polite and courteous as I have found most of those biker bars are really pretty nice happy places they just do not want trouble makers. Now playing a joke is not making trouble especially if it's funny and the hardest thing in the world is to make a Biker laugh when everything around them is so crazy and violent.
Now take the old Gimme Shelter concert where the Rolling Stones played and had those old bikers do security for just beer and then when some outsider came in to make money packing a hog leg instead of the free concert of those 60's peace and love days well I remember who got blamed for that.
Well that was just a thought as in reality I did stop in one of those biker bars last night on my Schwinn, and instead of making everyone leave as their was hardley anyone there on a Harley I enjoyed the free concert of " Rock a Billy," and the Lake Elsignor Ortega Highway Chili Pepers of which made me do a little dance with my broken foot of which I had just had my cast removed the day before and wanted maybe some medicinal Brandy for the pain and was advised to try Jack Daniels, and I ended up with a pitcher of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer instead. So the moral of this story is " Instead of Bourbon stick to BEER ! "