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From: JustaTz@att.net, Justatzz@yahoo.com
To: BlackEcho
Cc: LilMzKimmie@aol.com , bambamwi@ticon.net
Subject: You little minded man!!!!
Sent: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 06:33:20 +0000

Kristina, your email to me hasn’t shown very much intelligence to begin with (and I’m afraid that it only creates a mental deficit the further it stretches out), so if you are afraid that you are going to ‘give me a piece of your mind’, rest assured, it is a basic rule of mathematics and nature in general that you can’t take zero from zero. In other words, you have to actually start out with something before you can ever give a piece of it away.  If your skull had a brain gauge on the forehead, the needle would have been resting on the big "E" for years now. Too bad Harley doesn’t sell a brain, but then they depend on idiots like you to stay dumb. Otherwise, Harley would be out of business in no time flat.

Kristina. Kristina. Kristina. When will you learn that the words "smart" and "ride a Harley" simply cannot exist in the same sentence together, in any way, shape or form. I think it’s a rule of English, if I’m not mistaken, but in any event, it’s improper English and otherwise just plain bad form. Call it a double negative for want of a better word, but I’d more likely call it a oxymoron. If you were truly "smart", Kristina, you wouldn’t own a Harley. Ever. That is the simple truth. The other simple truth is that no matter how smart a sheep you think you are, when you draw the bottom line and add all things up, you are still just a sheep and that’s not something to be proud of.

Would those by chance, be tasseled official HD leather riding boots, maybe with the bar and shield logo stamped into them?  You know, the kind you never scuff on the sides and the ones you wear out on dates even when you aren't riding your bike? I don’t understand a way of life where you have to pay admission in order to join. Since when did you have to buy originality? When did you have to rent individualism? I don’t understand buying a bike that is twice as heavy, half as powerful and three times as expensive as its nearest competitor, only to be able to say that you are like everyone else. I don’t understand buying friends or into some elite circle where noise rules, technology is outlawed and performance is replaced by image alone. You are right, since you are a sheep and I’m a wolf, our choice of sustenance is very different. You seem to be content to enjoy a good long graze in the pasture of mediocrity while I hunt and slay in the warm tender meat of performance and rampant individuality. Ever seen a flock of sheep, Kristina?  They all look alike, kind of like a Harley gathering, only not as smelly or loud.

The word is "used", not "use", but then you are simply showing your education again (or obvious lack thereof). Like I said, your note to me gets worse the further you go, I imagine that if this was a conversation between you and I, right about now I’d be getting pelted with little globs of spittle. For your information, I’m not a crotch rocket, rice burning fag. I’m a monogamous, happily married 33 year old heterosexual and an expectant father. Your insistence on all import riders being ‘crotch rocket, rice burning fags’ is interesting.

I think you are probably a closet homophobe as well.

You obviously had serious mental issues before and you clearly still have them now. Seek professional help. Awwww. Did people make fun of the bimbo on the sportbike? Did you feel the very real need to dress up like a leather clad bondage babe just so people would like you? When you couldn't make it on your own, you whipped out the credit card and the check book and wrote yourself out a life.  Evidently you did …

Hmmm. Doesn’t sound like the sport bike riders I know. They’re pretty much gentlemen who respect women and don’t wear stuff like:

Of course, the companies that I and others like myself endorse (Honda, Kawasaki, Mazda, Suzuki, Yamaha, and other Pacific Rim zaibatsus) don’t belittle women by offering officially endorsed products which slander or belittle women and womanhood. Milwaukee does, because it’s part of the lifestyle that you so gladly embrace. Women on Harleys are supposed to be bad ass bitches, but they’re just rolling tarts. Harley seems to make a profit off of belittling women. There’s even a shirt that says "This BITCH doesn’t fall off" and I guess it is intended for women, or either same sex partners if you are so inclined, but purchasing this and wearing it is an admission, by Milwaukee, that women buyers of Harleys are bitches, and thus they hold a lesser place in society than the males who purchase their products. I find this all curious since you refer to female bikers throughout your email by the same colloquial term "bitches", which I would normally find to be a male term of reference in regard to female degradation.

Interesting.

Is this part of the "Harley lifestyle", that once a female buys a Milwaukee motorcycle that she is expected to answer to the term "bitch" thereafter?

Scribble. Scribble.

Yeah, I could see that conversation taking place.  You say you hated yourself when you were with the sportbike crowd, but do you also hate women as well? You could be a closet misogynist! You talk about women in a very belittling and rather general way. As your email goes on, we will see how much you belittle women. You must really hate yourself. Too bad you weren’t born with a dick, you’d probably be a lot happier.

Here’s news for you, Peaches. You’ve just described nine-tenths of the wannabe Harley riders out there, including yourself. Do you really think that Harley is a motorcycle? What a tired old laugh that is! Harley is a "have been". That is, it might have been considered to have been a motorcycle forty years ago, today it’s a status symbol. Nothing more. You ride a Harley for one reason and one reason alone; image. You want to be seen on a Harley, without a Harley, you are nothing. Individually, you are a zero. You are a face in the crowd, a number on a statistic sheet. You think that your Harley sets you free, but in reality, it only cages you further because you are a slave to it. A Harley is nothing more than a crutch for your ego, it is a status symbol that says that you have enough money to buy into a particular mindset and that you desire to be considered to be cookie cutter plain rather than an individual. It also says that you’re stupid enough to believe all that Milwaukee spoon feeds you.

Credit card? Do you think my parents bought my toys for me? Get real. Everything I own I’ve paid my own money for and humped a lot of pain to make that money. Must be nice to be born with a silver spoon shoved all the way up your ass, Kristina. I wouldn’t know. I bet I have more calluses on my hands than you or your husband have put together. Try some real hard work sometimes, some physical labor, then see if you want to throw away your hard earned money on total shit. Not me, I work too hard for my money to give it to snake oil salesmen touting American pride as the reason you should give them your money.

I didn’t know you could buy speed at the local drugstore!  I'll have to let the local performance shops know that the pharmacist is muscling in on their territory.  You certainly can’t buy speed in Milwaukee or any of its products, that’s for sure. You are right, though. If you are a total trend humping fashion lemming who can’t make a life on their own, if you can’t create an original identity by yourself then you can always resort to Milwaukee to make a life for you.   If you have the money. It doesn’t matter if you are the most pathetic geek in the world, if you can afford a Harley, that automatically makes you a part of the "Harley experience", and people have to like you, automatically, it's in the owners code of conduct, just because you ride a Harley. When the sportbike riders told your ignorant ass to get a life, you got out the Yellow Pages and looked up your local Harley dealership, didn’t you?

You poor, sad, deluded, pathetic wench...

Really? Oh, please. You mean that Harley riders don’t try to pretend to be bad-ass bikers? They don’t pretend to ride a REAL bike? Do you honestly mean that you don’t all enjoy the media thinking of you as outlaws? Get real, Kristina. How can you be self respecting when you are wearing someone else's life?  When you ride around, you WANT someone to say something to you, because that makes your day. It’s the ultimate experience of your life, to be seen on a Harley and have someone ask you about your bike or stare at you as you ride past. When people are slow at paying you the attention you have so richly paid for, you grab some throttle and rattle some windows to jostle the attention of the rest of the flaccid sheep away from their espressos and café-lattes. You LIVE for your Harley and the attention it brings you, Kristina. You aren’t fooling anyone. You can’t get enough, and you’ll bend over, grab your ankles, and pay every last red cent you make to cover yourself in that attention.

You pay someone else for a lifestyle that is pre-packaged and sold over the counter to those who can afford it and who are dumb enough to buy it yet you say that Harley riders don’t pretend to be something that they aren’t? If a prepackaged lifestyle isn’t pretend, I don’t know what is.

What laughable logic you possess.

Ewwww…. the thought of two Harley riders knocking uglies. Thanks for that visual, Kristina. More mental baggage I have to carry around with me now. I imagine you two probably look like a pair of wet, sweaty walruses fucking, lots of grunting and slobber going everywhere. I bet you pride yourself in being a ‘bad girl’, or as your email address so plainly alludes to, you are "just a tease".

And as for time on my hands, I’m afraid that I don’t have enough, contrary to popular belief. Holding one of five positions in my entire state in the IT field (that means I’m at the very top), as well as being a police officer and doing private security work, I find that my time is stretched pretty thin. I don’t have a lot of time on my hands, fortunately, dealing with idiots like you doesn’t take very long or very much energy so I think I can squeeze you into my busy schedule, say between a good shit and a stiff drink.

Please, Kristina. Use what tiny brain you have to produce some type of original thought at least once in your miserable existence. Why do I have a 25 page essay on why Harley and Harley riders suck and on the other hand, some Harley rider doesn’t have the same type of essay about import bikes? I thought that should be fairly obvious. Harley riders are stupid. There isn’t a "true biker" out there among your flock with either the creativity or the intelligence to create something like this site, or the technical skills. Like I said before, the words "smart" and "Harley" simply do not go together.

However, I believe that your hatred of me in this email shows your true feelings.

You are an idiot.

Your own example of referring to imports as ‘rice burners’ and their riders as ‘fags’ only shows that you are nothing more than a hypocrite. You say that Harley riders are the nicest people on the road, yet you own a Harley and look at what you preach. The difference between you and I is that I don’t pretend to like all bikers, in fact, I ride alone, and that is by choice. I’m a loner by nature, so I really wouldn’t feel comfortable belonging to a big group of losers who all dressed the same and looked down on you if you didn’t follow the crowd and chant the Milwaukee Mantra line by line, verse by verse. Sorry, I’m probably one of the true individuals left in this country, I ride alone, I drink alone, and other than my wife and my dogs and cats, I can count my friends on one hand minus a few fingers. That’s the way I prefer to keep it as well so the very lifestyle that you claim that I am jealous of would make me vomit if I was ever forced into it. Sorry, you can’t be jealous of something that is so vehemently opposed to your very nature that you would rather give up the sport of motorcycling itself than buy into that lifestyle.

I can’t stand wannabe poser bikers like you (and the rest of your dimwitted flock) and I can’t stand the show-off wannabe squids out there who do nothing but drive up the insurance rates on my sportbike by acting like total Power Ranger looking retards. Please don’t think that your Harley makes you somehow better than anyone else in the human race, Kristina. If you were to sell your Harley right now, you would be a complete zero. You know it and I know it. Be true to thine own self, as the saying goes.

You are nothing without your bike and you realize it. You would kick and scream if someone came and forcefully "de-Harley-ized" you, because they would be taking away the only identity that you have. In the minds of people who have an IQ greater than 60, your Harley is your own self-admission to ignorance and flock behavior. You call me "little minded", but you won’t see me buying into a pre-made lifestyle, and I won’t see you or any of your inbred brethren creating something like this site, a site I might add that has drawn a whole hell of a lot of support from not only the good old U S of A but also from all around the world.

Why?

Because I’m not the one who is little minded.  I'm something you can't understand, I am an enigma to those like you and that scares you.  There are others like me, Kristina.  Many, many others.  I'm just the most vocal of the group I represent.

There we go making remarks about the size of genitalia. You Harley riders don’t have a very thick playbook, do you? So, now everyone who doesn’t ride a Harley has a small penis? Please. A Harley is nothing more than a strap on dildo for people who are genitalia challenged to begin with.  And in reply to this rather brusque accusation, I’ve never called any woman a cunt in any of my writings, but if I had to start using that word, you would definitely be the first to have that honor. Most Harley ‘babes’ are scags, the rest are trophy wives thrown on the back to show off. The women I’ve seen riding Harleys were never anything to write home about, trust me.

Hey, I’ve got a joke for you, Kristina. See if you get it…

Here we go with another tired old pair of arguments; because you ride a Harley and I don’t, you get more sex than I do and people on Harleys obviously make a lot of money because they are riding Harleys and that makes them better than anyone else.   Blah, blah, blah.  Keep going, Kristina. You’ve just about used all the arguments in the Harley Owner’s Playbook so far, you don’t have many more clichés to throw out there. However, being one out of five of the top IT positions in my capacity in my state, I guess I make pretty decent money. Does that surprise you, that someone with adequate money MIGHT just not WANT to own a Harley?  Or are you like all the other muppetards who think that once you reach a certain income that you have to own a Harley otherwise you haven’t reached success in your life?

Sorry, my success is based on my accomplishments as an individual, not on what bike I ride or what accessories I order out of a catalog or to what logo I bend over and grab my ankles to pledge allegiance to by turning my body into a walking billboard. My salary may not be what someone would make out west, but then the cost of living isn’t much here either, so I guess it evens out. All told, I guess my wife and I pull in about 80k a year, which isn’t too shabby for two college educated professionals. Eighty thou a year is certainly enough to buy at least ONE piece of shit motorcycle built in Milwaukee, wouldn’t you agree, even after you throw in all the chrome and accessories?

I imagine that the women of Milwaukee do get more dates than I do simply because I don’t go on dates anymore. Not since I found my wonderful wife 9 years ago. Since then, there’s only been one woman in the world for me, and she hates Harleys and their riders as well. Like I said before, I don’t have a lot of time on my hands. Just because it would take the entire Harley owning population of Milwaukee six generations of inbred, barefoot, Kool-Aide mustaches and trailer park gang bangs to create something like I have presented here doesn’t mean that people with triple digit IQs who can type better than 90 words per minute without errors would take as equal a long time doing it.

Your intelligence is showing, kind of like your roots.

Kristina, AKA "Just a Tease": body by Mattel, mind by Hostess.

Whoah!  I thought you said that "crotch rocket, rice burning fags" had no respect for women, but here you go calling women who ride Harley’s "bitches". That’s a pretty derogatory term, don’t you think? Or in this wonderful lifestyle that you’ve chosen is the term "bitch" kind of like a mark of distinction? Why do you refer to other women, especially other HARLEY riding women as ‘bitches’? Do you have a problem with other women riding the same type of bike that you do or riding at all, for that matter? Are you that insecure? Shouldn’t you be saying something like ‘Harley Ladies are the most beautiful women in the world’ instead? Not that they are "ladies" by any stretch of the word, but …

I’ve never stayed around bitches very long, they usually have deep issues or they are materialistic whores who are grabby and flighty when the green runs lean. Are you a Harley bitch, Kristina? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and anyone who thinks that a Harley is the greatest motorcycle in the world isn't exactly the person to ask to make intelligent decisions, now are they? Remember: smart + Harley = mutually exclusive.

Why do you think that anyone who rides an import is a fag and why would a ‘rice faggot’ have a picture of a "Jap bitch" on their bike? Wouldn’t they have a picture of some naked oriental guy maybe with a SNAP-ON or Kobota socket wrench up his ass? I think you have something against homosexuals and Japanese people in general, Kristina. And in case you are wondering, no, I’m not oriental. Not that it would matter, but you seem to be against people of Asian decent in your rant. And your reference to ‘Jap bitches’ could be construed as racist. Next you’ll probably be calling them ‘slant eyed gook whores’.

Why are Japanese women always pictured on import bikes? I’ll venture a guess here and say that Japanese or oriental women are pictured on sportbikes for the same reason that red neck trailer trash harlots like yourself are shown throwing their unshaved legs around the gas tanks of Harleys and trying to see how much of a hanging hot dog they can deep throat while standing up on the back of some Hog at a bike rally. Country of manufacture dictates the women displayed, if you are into that. Import bikes will generally have oriental or foreign women pictured. Bikes built in Milwaukee will have trailer park white trash sluts with state names like "Dakota", or cheesy flower names like "Daisy" or even "Peaches".  I bet the Italians show Italian women hanging over their bikes. The Germans probably have Rein maidens hanging over their bikes.  Not every woman who lays across a sportbike is a "Jap bitch" and to prove you wrong, here is a nice picture sent to me. She doesn’t look Japanese to me…

Special thanks to Nitinol for contributing this picture

She is probably better looking than you, and I bet she doesn’t have as many issues. No wonder you ride a Harley, those studded leather and tassel covered saddlebags give you a place to store all that mental baggage you carry with you through life.

Maybe you should learn how to use a spell checker and how to use simple digital tools like Email, especially since a monkey with palsy could figure out how to use ATT.net and Yahoo.com but you apparently have a real time of it.  Yes, I am proud to be American but unlike you, I’m ashamed that my country builds such total shit for motorcycles, shit designed for and marketed to complete idiots like yourself who have too much cash and not nearly enough common sense.  I'm not afraid to stand up and tell it like it is, because I could care less what the crowd thinks.  My life doesn't revolve around me having to require the acceptance of people around me, I don't have to worry about buying my reputation or getting my popularity on easy pay terms, I generate all of that on my own.

Unlike you, I can stand on my own two feet and be an individual without having to rent a personality and wear it like a crutch. I’m smart enough to see through over commercialized propaganda and to avoid selling myself out to a logo. Like you said, Harley is a lifestyle, you rent your life and you rent your friends, according to how much you can pay.

Do you really think that America can build a REAL motorcycle, Kristina?

Think again, doll.

Harley is like NASCAR, it’s entertainment for the masses, it placates the bewildered herd and gives them something to believe in at the bare minimum level, it's all designed for the lowest common denominator in the gene pool.  Remember, it's only as intelligent as the dumbest person that can figure it out.  A four year old could figure out Harley or NASCAR.  You don't have to be a genius to own a Harley, hell, it actually helps if you are stupid. Think of it as a big pacifier for the whiny mental infants in society.  Big, flashy, and dumb but it makes a lot of noise.   That pretty much sums it up.

Nothing more.

America doesn’t build motorcycles, we build rolling excuses. Performance? What a laughable concept. When Milwaukee tried to compete with imports for a modern, high tech muscle bike, they had to get the engine design from the Germans because the domestic inbred scoggins can’t figure out how to make anything other than two cylinder recycled tractor motors. Motors, I might add, that are specifically engineered for that special sound that makes stupid cunts like you wet in the crotch when you hear it.

Patriotic, my ass.

How patriotic does that make you feel, Kristina? Your favorite bike manufacturer couldn’t cut the grade, your preferred stock in motorcycles is 50 years behind the rest of the world, but that’s okay, because your bike isn’t built for speed, it’s built for riding pleasure, isn’t it? It’s built for image, for sound, for looking good, for show.  In fact, the motor alone is especially built to produce a particular sound, not power, mind you, but a particular sound, or rather noise.   That's what I find so pathetic, Harley is so concerned with image that they've actually tuned their engines to produce a marketable sound, rather than any marketable power, and they even tried to copyright that sound!  That should tell you a lot about if you ride a REAL motorcycle or not.  All of this is just more excuses for Milwaukee to hide behind when they produce an inferior product.  A Harley is built to be ridden (kind of like you from what I gather) and seen. That’s the PC way of Milwaukee admitting that it can’t compete with the rest of the world and that you should feel sorry for them and send them as much money as you can otherwise they’re going to have to use old bread tie twisties to straighten their kids teeth instead of being able to afford braces.

And you call that "American" … ?  If you do, it's a different definition of "American" than I understand.

Since when did Americans have to depend on anyone else to do the job? Pathetic. You are a supporter of the terminally pathetic, and you are proud of it. If you are proud of your Harley, then you obviously don’t have much self esteem, or pride in your country because Harley stands for everything that is wrong with America; big, slow, dumb, loud, over priced, all show and no balls.

America didn’t used to be like that.  Maybe one day we'll get back to basic values, but it won't be people like you who take the country there.  It will be people like me, people who care for their country.  People who aren't afraid to shun the flock and stand up for what they believe in, instead of subscribing to someone else's view of how things should be.

Get a life, Kristina.  One of your very own.  If you can...

Oh for the love of Willie G. ....

Let me get this straight…

Your husband belongs to a club that has "beaten plenty of you crotch rocket fags to the ground"? Sounds like a hate crime there, Kristina. How did your husband, on a tired old piece of shit excuse for a motorcycle beat cutting edge technologically evolved hardware? Maybe he had a rocket shoved up his ass, but that still wouldn’t do much to help him.

Now, I’ll just use your own logic in reverse against you.

The only reason your husband and his club managed to beat some import riders must be because the import riders didn’t know how to ride. Otherwise, the import riders would have handed your husband and his leather clad bondage boy looking wannabe ass clown friends their collective asses in very short order.  Remember, Harley's aren't built for speed, so how do you logically justify that something that isn't built for speed could ever beat something that was?

Let’s take a visit to the wonderful Land of Physics, shall we? Since you are a first time visitor, we’ll waive the usual entrance fee (often referred to as a ‘high school education’) and give you the basics.

A Harley weighing over 500 pounds dry, decked out with a three foot wide windscreen, $3000 worth of chrome and tacky crap, a hundred extra pounds of  tassel slathered leather accessories, powered by an anachronistic motor producing less horsepower than the national age of retirement (but a really, really crotch moistening sound that seems to make Harley cunts just melt like hot butter!), will not, repeat, will not EVER, out run or out handle a bike that weighs 425 pounds wet, with a motor half the size of the Harley making over twice the power of that ridiculous V-Twinkie that is somehow lodged sideways in the Harley. Most import bikes, the crotch rockets like you call them, can trace their lineage directly to the highly competitive, technology intense environment of the world’s greatest race tracks. It’s a heritage of competition, of winning and of being the best.

The best your bike can do is trace its roots back to the trailer park and like you, its roots are showing.

Damn. Here we go again with the "jealous" cliché again.  I think you've hit all the cliche arguments in this one email.  That has to be a record.  Give it up, Kristina, that argument is tired and its old and it really shows that you are ignorant because you have chosen not to produce an original argument of your own, but rather you have chosen to simply take verses and psalms from the Bible of Willie G. and spout them off in automatic defense like some well trained chimp. I hate Harleys and the retarded ass muppets that ride them, not because I’m jealous of what you have, but because I can’t figure out how anything that calls itself a human being, let alone an individual, would ever voluntarily subscribe to what amounts to mass brain washing and the fleecing of a large portion of the market population for little more than bragging rights, all so that you can claim to be part of something larger while screaming that you are an individual.

Ludicrous.

Life is what you make it, babe, you can’t buy it out of a vending machine no matter how much you really would like to. Here’s a reality check for you; you can’t buy a life, but you can buy a facade. Look at the logic of what you preach, you own a Harley because it is a lifestyle.  You don't own it because it is a motorcycle, you own it because it is a lifestyle. That is your own self admission to failure. It’s not a lifestyle that you have created yourself, but one that you have bought for yourself. Most people would call that pretend, and would call you a fake. I know I would. What you have done with your life means that you are willing to pay money to be part of something not of your own creation, because, quite frankly, you are as unoriginal as your bike. You couldn’t be original if you tried, and I don’t think you’ve ever tried in your life.

Milwaukee is like a bad Robert Palmer video, the head scoggin is singing and all of you Harley owners are the Goth looking clones in the background just grinding away to the tune. The good thing about a Robert Palmer video is that it eventually ends while the ignorance spreading out from Milwaukee seems to just go on and on. I find more variety in the test pattern that is aired on the TV after the stations go off than I do at any Harley gathering and at least you can turn the noise down when it gets annoying. That puts the test pattern ahead in my book.

No, they sneered, ignored me when I complimented their bikes, and when my hand was extended in a ‘how do you do’, they told me to get a real fucking bike and piss off.  Their leathers were brand new, their boots weren't scuffed, and I could have bounced laser beams off the shine on the chrome.  These guys were just standing around posing at the gas pump, they had filled up long ago but were looking for an excuse to stay because everyone was looking at them and they were loving the attention.  I wasn't buying it as my bike at the time would have wiped the street with ANY of their Harleys. When I asked them what a REAL bike was, all they could do is give me a barrage of tired old, canned responses like they were some leather clad Stepford Wives. I call it the "Milwaukee Mantra", every Harley owner knows it by heart and says it without thinking. It begins with ‘get a real bike’, includes ‘you’re just jealous’, and usually ends with the ‘you just don’t get it’ line. Sometimes it gets an "amen" thrown in at the end.

Heard it, memorized it, gagged on it.

Your lines are as old as your bikes. You’ve quoted it a lot in your note to me. You’re not an individual, Kristina, you’re a preprogrammed automaton, you’re an ass muppet. Milwaukee has their hand and arm so far up your well stretched rectum that every time you talk, it’s because someone in Milwaukee wants you to say something positive about the brand you can’t live without.

The American Way Of Life?  Oh my God, you did not just capitalize all of that like I think you did, right?  Jesus, that's rich and just another quick look into your whole closed loop and pathetic mindset!  According to you and those like you, Kristina, that would more properly be referred to as "THE AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE™", as copyrighted by Harley Davidson, and it would only be available for purchase by stale old, quasi-elitist cunt muffins like yourself at participating local Harley dealers. Sorry, I’m not buying into it because I have an IQ greater than two digits. The American way of life can’t be purchased over the counter or ordered out of a catalog, and you don’t have to pay admission to enjoy it.

Not last time I checked.

I’m not putting down the American way of life, Kristina. I’m putting down YOUR way of life.

BIG difference.

Sorry, I keep forgetting that I’m dealing with a total moron, but let me explain it again for you. I do not slather myself in brand name apparel, I don’t find my life to be an incessant, never ending need to advertise for someone else, to display my wealth through trendy logos and fad based brand associations, so your argument holds no water with me. I think the only Hilfiger item I own is a pair of dress socks, bought at deep discount at an outlet mall, and only then because I liked the color. I shop for the basics in life, one pair of jeans is as good as another for me, and if a pair of jeans costs me $20, I could care less who makes them.   I’m not going to pay $70 for a pair of Hilfiger jeans when I can get a pair of $20 jeans at Wal-Mart that does the same job.  If they fit, if they wear well, then I'm ahead by $50, or basically the price of two and a half new pairs of jeans.  If you are looking at what brand of clothes I wear to determine if you want to get to know me better or associate with me, you are a pretty fucking shallow human being in my opinion. A $20 pair of sneakers bought at Wal-Mart lasts me a lot longer than a $120 pair of Adidas bought at Footlocker.

I’m brand savvy, quite possibly brand indifferent, and most definitely not brand dependent.

There’s a big difference.

As for my personal appearance, my hair and beard are close cropped, by necessity, which makes it less of an opportunity for some thuglet to grab hold of when I'm on a domestic disturbance call and I'm forced to lay down some martial arts on some tattoo slathered, doo rag wearing meth-head there in the trailer park because someone’s estranged wife wants custody of the three kids and the Harley and he says that the bitch can have the Harley over his dead body…  Been there, done that.  Don't see too many rednecks on sportbikes, but you sure do see a lot of them on Harleys...

I prefer things that are low maintenance, from personal grooming to the clothes that I wear to the tools and equipment that I surround myself with in life. That is the way I like things in life, because, contrary to what you believe, I really don’t have a lot of spare time and as my time is very limited, my patience for dealing with outdated shit is at a premium and in rather short supply.

And yes, Harley owners are sheep.

Look at yourself, Kristina. Look in the mirror next time you ride, look at how much officially licensed and endorsed material you own, look at how you’re dressed from head to toe in HD logo crap, from your boots to your doo-rag to your tampon (probably inserted with a genuine HD stamped chrome applicator). You are a logo whore, three holing it every chance you can get for Willie G. and his inbred clan, trading your body for a lifestyle which you pretend to call your own. The next time you go to a Harley ride or gathering, seriously look at all the pretenders out there, look at the women who ride, chances are, you and they will have on the same thing, but you’ll all claim to be originals and individuals.

I’m beginning to think that Milwaukee invented Garanimals… at least Garanimals for the B&D / S&M crowd.

Comfort?  How can you be comfortable riding like you're about to get a train pulled on you?  I think a woman leaned over her man is a lot sexier than a woman who looks like she’s at the OB-GYN and she just squeezed some greasy, hairy ape-dick-looking biker out of her twat. I’ve never thought of a woman on a Harley as sexy, more like ‘baggage’. The position is all wrong, you don't look lie you are out for a ride, you look like you’re property waiting to be used, like something thrown on the back, like all that furniture and stuff on the back of the Klampett's truck in the "Beverly Hillbillies". Some of you Harley women, it’s hard to tell where the pubes end and your man’s beard begins, both are flapping in the wind when they ride. Scags, the major lot of you. A motorcycle is an escape, Kristina, not a RV. If you want to go camping, take the family camper. Don’t load your bike down like it was a Winnebago.

Me?

I ride.

The less I can carry with me, the better the ride is. I don’t know where my ride may take me. It may take me to the next city, or the next state. I have no set limitations, I don’t need to prove that I can take a sportbike from the East Coast to the West Coast, it’s been done, by better people than me, which blows your sad little myth away. Rides on my Ninja of over 600 miles round trip to New Orleans and back didn’t bother me at all. I actually felt refreshed after not having the wind beat me to death or riding like any minute someone was going to stick something metallic and cold up one of my body orifices. I won’t go into the safety issues of riding like you are waiting for a pap smear or sitting in your favorite easy chair watching the Super Bowl and getting ready to cut a major fart, but if you want to ride like that, be my guest. I’m going to ride in a position that allows me to respond instantly to any danger, not one that gives me just enough time to say "Oh, fuck! There goes my brand new chrome!"

No, I have the fucking balls to call you sheep.

Yes, you are all fucking sheep, and the truth is, most of you are fucking retarded sheep. Cookie cutter, carbon copy, no brain, voluntary lifestyle subscribing, ego crutch using , fashion accessory whoring, three holing for Willie G. and his inbred clan, mantra chanting, line stepping totally forgettable mundane sheep grazing placidly in your own little pasture of mediocrity. You are nothing special in the world, Kristina. You can’t even figure out email or how to compose a simple fucking message, what makes you think you deserve the honor of being called a human being?  You're a sub-chimp, and probably that is too good to call you.   I'd settle for labeling you as "stinky navel lint".

Your lifestyle is your own admission to ambiguity and tacit mediocrity. If you ever gave up your bike, you would resort back to being nothing, because you would lose the one thing in the whole world which determines who you are; the rented respect of your so called peers. You are such a slave to the brand, that even your husband and you base your married life around your motorcycles. Now that’s truly sad and pathetic.

At least our women don’t stand up on the back of our bikes and try to deep throat hot dogs at family gatherings. But I forgot, you’re not sluts, are you? You just play slut games. What was that you called other Harley riding women? "Bitches"? I’d rather be a hammer than a nail, but I guess you are content with being the nail in life.  You talk about groupies?  What do you call all the clones at Harley gatherings?  What do you call all the scag looking bimbos in the leather miniskirts and logo covered accessory wear?  I think you better look at which side of the fence the groupies are on, Kristina.  It isn't the import side.

"One of the good few who make up Harley Davidson"?  That's rich!   I suppose you are talking about the corporate side of HD, and not the owners themselves.  Yes, money is the root of all evil, and I plan on planting my own garden, thank you. I learned a long time ago, that success is measured by GETTING and KEEPING my money, not giving my money away. You are another financial virgin, aren’t you? You don’t realize that when you wear other people’s logos, when you advertise for them free of charge or when you actively agree to pay for the right to advertise for them, that when you buy someone else's idea of a lifestyle that you aren’t making your own success, you are making someone else successful. If you want to give your money away and advertise for free and call it the "American way", be my guest. That’s not what I learned in business school.

The American way isn't about being stupid, far from it.  The American way is all about finding gullible, stupid people like you, and milking them for all of their money that you can. Like P.T. Barnum once said, "There’s a sucker born every minute.", and Milwaukee has made that their standard operating procedure. You aren’t alone, Kristina, you’re just part of someone else’s bottom line. Thanks for playing.

So to answer your question, yes. I want to make all the money I can in the world, and when I do, you can damn well bet I’m not going to squander it by paying someone else for the pleasure of advertising THEIR product on MY body. How stupid can you really get? I’m an original because I dress like no one else, no one tells me how to dress, and when I ride, I don’t have to accessorize just to be accepted by my peers. I don’t have to make sure that everyone knows what kind of bike I ride because of the gear that I wear.  I'm not a rolling advertisement for some company. 

Yes, the whole world is made up of money. Please send me your money, however, you will never get any of my money in return because I am not a financial virgin about to get fiscally sodomized with a square dick. I’m smart enough not to send my money off to a bunch of fetid old trogs who spend their time banging out tired old designs.   Sorry you can't see that, but then, you are the key to someone else's success, not your own and that's where you are a failure in life.

Here's another joke for you, Kristina, see if you get it:

I wouldn't be too proud of living in Milwaukee.  The only thing to do there is fuck, fight, and get drunk, or a combination of the three.  Ignorance should never be a thing to be proud of, Kristina. Especially when you not only own a vast share of it, but you also flaunt it in public for all to see. I’m an American as well, born here, and I live in the Deep South, proud to be a southerner, so I guess that makes us even on a genetic level, though I’m far superior to you on the mental and evolutionary scale.

Holy shit!  You ride a façade and you pretend to be a bad ass biker and you think I'm scared of you?  You couldn't stay in the REAL motorcycle crowd to begin with so you had to buy your way into a rental group of friends and you think I'm afraid of you?  We, sportbike riders like myself, already kicked you out on your ass and sent you packing for the pasture once.  I'm pretty sure we could do it again, no problem. You are a cheap harlot with no discernible education, a rather limited command of the English language, and the overall very real need to be accepted because you can’t stand on your own and make an original impact on society. You say that I should be afraid of you? That’s laughable. The only thing I’m afraid of is that you will reproduce, which, sadly, you have already admitted to. Ignorance can be hereditary, Kristina. I just hope you haven’t spread it to your kids. Yes, I’m scared of you, Kristina. Like the saying goes; "Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large numbers."

Big groups of really stupid people scare the hell out of me.  Or as Lippman said, "We have to protect ourselves from the trampling and roar of a bewildered herd." You are nothing more than a minor member of the bewildered herd. You can’t stand apart from the crowd because the crowd is the only thing that is holding you up.

Am I scared of you?  Yes, but not because of the bike that you own.   I'm scared that there are a lot more of people like you out there.  That would seriously be bad for America if the idiot ratio of the population got to far out of hand.

Huh?

Man, I’d hate to diagram that sentence for extra points. You know, Kristina, a GED just isn’t the same as a high school education, no matter how you weigh it, is it? I feel sorry for the import riders who don’t feel the same way that I do because that would mean that they actually believe the same bullshit that you do. I tend to think that an import bike, more specifically a sportbike or a "crotch rocket" as you refer to them, is the motorcycle choice of an educated, thinking individual. They are close tolerance, ultra-high compression machines born out of the fires of severe competition and victory. You need specialized tools and not a minor amount of knowledge to work on them.

When it comes to Harleys, a five pound hammer is about all you need to keep it running.  That or some guy named "Skeeter" with tattoos up and down both of his arms and odious personal habits.

A sportbike is the thinking individual’s bike. A Harley is for when you want to sign up to be part of the crowd. Face it, you think you are counter-culture, but you only pretend to be. Those "crotch rocket, rice burning fags" out there are the REAL outlaw bikers, not you and the sheep that graze with you. You aren’t counter-culture, you aren’t outlaw, you are pop culture and store bought. You don’t have the balls to go against main stream pop culture because the pop culture is your life.  You can't go against your very essence. You would like to think you are a renegade, but the real renegades in society laugh at you and others like you. You are so fake, Kristina. Just accept it, get on your little pretend bike, and ride off into obscurity like you are destined to do.

What the fuck are you talking about now, Kristina? The "Happy way of life"? What the hell is that? Is that also an officially endorsed product from Milwaukee? Have you bought that as well, or is it an option package for your so-called lifestyle? I’m not hurting anyone here but the stupid people’s feelings. If I’m doing anything counter productive, I’m waking people up and making them think on their own, which is going to change some minds for people who don’t know the truth about Harley.  Not everyone is a sheep by choice, some don't know the difference and when they open their eyes for the first time, it's worth all of this effort.

Think of it as deprogramming.

You Harley riders sure can dish it out with your rented superiority and store bought attitude but as soon as someone calls you on the carpet and throws it right back at you, suddenly people like me are being unpatriotic, un-American. We’re hurting all bikers and doing a great injustice to motorcyclists everywhere regardless of what they ride.

Bullshit, you stupid hypocrite.

You call me a "crotch rocket, rice burning fag", yet you say that I’m hurting all the fellow riders out there? You say that Harley riders are the nicest people on the road, yet you degrade women and make racist remarks. What are YOUR comments doing?

Just going to prove that I'm right and people like you are wrong, that's what your comments are doing.

You Harley riders never cease to dig the ignorant pit deeper, do you? It just gets better with each hate mail, I have yet to find the bottom of your collective ignorance and I’m beginning to think that it has no bottom, just one big bottomless abyss of self perpetuating, flag slathered, pseudo-patriotic ignorance.

All it takes to experience Harley Davidson is money, Kristina.  Nothing else, so while I could experience it, I choose not to.  Harley Davidson is nothing more than a logo, Kristina. It is a logo that is easily recognized by the ignorant and those most readily susceptible to be mentally placated by pop culture trinkets. The position of the HD logo is an exercise that goes all the way back to the days of early voting in this country, to the symbols of the elephant and the donkey for the two political parties, where people who couldn’t read or write could still cast their vote by going to the polling place that held the graphical animal picture of their political party; an elephant for the Republicans and a jackass for the Democrats.

The HD logo is similar to that in operation, it is a beacon for scoggins to identify with and home in on, like bugs to a zapper light. There are people out there who will look at a Honda Valkryie, they won’t be able to tell you what type or brand of motorcycle it is, they’ll probably ask if it is a Harley, because they know that Harley builds motorcycles and they know that Harley builds the best motorcycles in the world. When the Honda rider responds with the fact that it isn’t a Harley, they’ll most likely get the response of "Oh, then it isn’t a REAL motorcycle!", this from some three tooth ignorant hill scoggin who couldn’t even tell what kind of motorcycle it was that they were looking at in the first place but they understood enough of brand and logo association to make an "informed and educated" decision on their own.

Right.

It's a logo, Kristina.  It's a beacon.  It's a siren call to the ignorant that they cannot ignore.  The HD logo is the most easily recognized symbol in America, because it has been applied from everything from toilet paper to pickup trucks and everything in between. Brand recognition through media overload and image repetition. People have been programmed to recognize this symbol and to pay extra for anything it is on, because that is supporting THE AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE™.

That’s not a lifestyle, Kristina, that’s an out of control marketing juggernaut, and you are just a cog in the wheel of the machine as it rolls along, doing your part to keep it rolling.

If Harley Davidson is a way of life, Kristina, then why does Milwaukee need to slather their logo on everything in order to sell their product? Why can’t they sell enough motorcycles to stay in business, why do they have to sell all the other stuff when more successful companies like Honda and BMW don’t have to follow suit? Because Harley Davidson is a joke. A big, fucking, un-American joke and people like you perpetuate it.  I don't appreciate the rest of the world thinking that the best that MY country can do is Harley Davidson.  People like you embarrass me and my country in front of the world.

If Harley Davidson is a way of life, it should be self sustaining, not requiring stupid fucks like yourself to go out and recruit even stupider fucks to join the collective flock. Think Harley Davidson isn’t a logo? Look at the new Ford F150 Harley Davidson Edition pickup truck. It has sixteen different HD logos on and in the truck, but only three Ford logos on and in the truck. Ford builds it, but Harley owns it and they want to let everyone know that when that truck is sitting there in traffic, that the logo is identified from every possible angle.  It's in your face, all the time, from every single angle.  Do you want to explain that to me? That’s why all of your gear and accessories carry the same logo.  Multiple times. That’s why all the accessories for the Ford trucks, endorsed by Harley, carry the logo. I bet you could have over thirty bar and shield logos, from the factory, on that truck if you ordered all the right options.

So Harley Davidson is a way of life?

Bullshit.

It’s a way of life only to those who don’t have a life to begin with and that’s the ugly truth. What do I think of Harley Davidson? Harley Davidson isn’t a corporation or a life style, it’s a malignant cancer, composed of thousands of tiny, identical cells (otherwise known as "Harley owners") that all work together but individually can’t survive for long on their own. You multiply and you divide and you form little societal tumors known as ‘owner groups’. You spread out and you infect the rest of society with your pretend lifestyle, all the while screaming that yours is the American way of life. Since when did the American way of life become to follow lock step behind a façade? What you have chosen to be in this life, Kristina, isn’t something to be proud of, it’s something to pity you for. Don’t feel sorry for me, Kristina. I’ve got two things you will never have, two things you can’t buy over the counter or order out of a catalog: I have a life, and I have an individual personality.

I feel sorry for you, and those like you.  I truly do.

Beauty is only skin deep, but dumb is forever.

You mean a "pretending to be a TRUE biker with your purchased over the counter, worn like a fashion accessory, subscribed to a commercially available lifestyle because you can’t create one of your own", don’t you, Kristina?