1) I dream of crushing the souls of skinny little pompous biker maggots, but I wake realizing that I am way to big and fat for that.
2) I am convinced that my Orca makes me a better/faster rider.
3) I still obsess over why I didn't either get the license plate number of his truck or call out the guy who stopped and threatened to kick our asses a few weeks ago. Stupid south central rednecks!
2) I can't even count the number of reasons I wouldn't be qualified to become a U.S. Navy Seal.