I like motorcycles. All motorcycles. Small, large, any brand from Aprilia to Zero. I like the way they sound, whether it’s a little two stroke Vespa or a ratty old Shovelhead or a six-cylinder Goldwing. They’re just so cool. And there are so many different engine configurations. Singles, parallel twins with 360, 270, or 180 degree cranks, V-Twins in several different angles and different crank splits, three bangers, four cylinders, even some with inline six or flat six engines. Just an entire mechanical symphony.
I like quiet bikes. I like loud bikes. I like electric bikes. Quiet ADV bikes, thundering cruisers, thumpy dual sports, screamy sport bikes, they’re all so cool.
Frankly, I don’t care…you went to a kids park with a weapon intended to kill and you want to pass judgement on someone for having a beer and being loud.
Woman across the way chatting to somebody and randomly exposes her breasts. The person she was talking to said, “whoa, that man might see!” (I don’t think this was even a reference to me as I was at a weird angle and don’t think I was visible). She got them out some more and shouted something about getting a good look at them. I’d backed away more by this point.
I’m so confused… This is a parade? Are the red/white/black costumed people part of the wall bit or are they a separate thing? And what are the red people? Lions? Why are there dinosaurs? What’s going on?
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