bike weak.

can y'all feel it?
something b!tchlike is happening...
it's that time of year again.
thousands and thousands of 50-somethings,
with business mullets, in leather chaps,
wearing preformed american flag skullcap bandanas,
listening to southern-fried classic rock,
rippin' beers,
buying lame t-shirts,
and talking about the good ol' days they weren't a part of.
uh-huh.
bike weak.
no, i didnt spell it wrong.
the suckiest 8 days of the year for new hampshire.
turdblasters on two wheels,
tearing it up like the world's weakest tourists.
and it smells of dead animal.
hard.
in fact,
it's like a cowhide holocaust in the woodsly goodness.
leather pants, leather boots, leather gloves, leather belt, leather wallet.
the perfect image-conscious attire for ultimate A*-holes.
the terminator called for you guys,
he said you're gay,
...and he wants his pants back.
ohhhhhhhh man.
that's that use your illusion type hard-style sh!t.
plus,
most of these bikers trailered their hogs up.
c'mon.
i'm pretty sure that's not on the cool kid list;
it's not trailer week, after all.
there is a little bitty speck of good news though, duders:
it's raining!
nothing ruins a perfectly good weekend full of A*lords
on motorcycles like a double drizzle grill sizzle fizzle.
booooooooooooooo.
real bikers pedal.
that's word.
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and don't forget to check out the new hottness.
if you missed out yesterday,
then don't sleep on the loud fresh hardness today.
you want what we've got
and all you have to do to get it?
click these big big words, ninjas:
NEVERQUIETNEVERSOFT
choose the wrench,
be a moth, all ugly and dope,
but wear our gear while you're at it.
if you can't hang out,
you might be an A*hole;
never quiet, never soft.....