So I was fucking around the garage last night, and all the sudden for some reason I started to wonder why I play with toys such as bikes and hot rods. I work on cars all day long, when I get off of work I still come home and Turn a wrench or two. As a Kid my Pops never rode but always had hot rods, drag cars and other shit. So I always wonder how I ended up with such an infatuation with motorcycles. Most people talk about their old man who started their trend into motorcycles.
Everyone has their reason. So what is yours?
3 comments:
My motivation? Pussy...that's why any man does anything other than sit around and get fat.
Seriously though, you know mine. Raised by a hot rodder, who was raised by a body man. Gasoline in the blood stream.
That is why I say fuck prostitutes! I like the hand jobs you give also!
My Dad was a Motor Sergeant in the Army for 20 years and always worked in the mechanic field. He used to help me work on my shitty cars and get me to give him a hand when his and Mom's needed something. Dad rode bikes back inteh 40's before he went in the Army but gave it up to raise kids. He turned me into a gearhead, my friends and leaders in high school and the Army turned me on to bikes. It's a sickness that I thank them for everyday.
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