Even as they rode by my balcony in my peaceful Mayberry town in Central Florida, waking me on a Saturday morning during bike week (that I don’t go to) when I really just wanted sleep because I’d be up late drag racing a Suzuki that evening, I still don’t hate Harleys.

Cosplaying dentists with their slow loud noisy bikes that are going the way of the dinosaur? Sounds like the perfect metaphor.

It’s best he thinks they do. 

In your world where my capitalist mission statement doesn’t exist, your position would hold. There would be no need whatsoever for a union. Alas, someone has to balance me. Trust.

Bucky Fuller was right.

Ok, call it supply-side economics. Go.

Get the fuck out.

Competitive douchbagging is a crowded field these days. 

Dammit. I swear I was just about to be clever by saying this wasn’t stupid.

My sperm count is likely higher than yours. Science.

Is that a joke?

I never noticed Austin having much of a car culture while I was living there.

Lone Star

I don’t always spec leather vents, but when I do, the direction slider is tastefully complementary. 

Are you sure? This sounds like a load of Bultaco. 

Yes. Machine work done by hand is an entirely different thing than a cnc machine running a program.

All I really want is a skateboard with variable suspension so it can change from Eldorado roadster to Raptor with a body pod change.

I think any early-adopter type, especially if they have some nostalgic undertones, does. Assuming with money means they’d be ok taking the hit if it ended up being a dud and they got rid of it. 

Meh, the only reason I need is vividly evident at every apex. If mine actually broke enough to bother my mechanic -me - you’d have a point. They don’t.

To be fair, Pai isn’t really human, although I guess he is the property of Verizon.