Hell wear his scars like a badge
Crashing Its something real American men are not afraid to do. When their Iron Horse seizes at full gallop, they take it like a man, and go down with honor. And when the other men in the posse ask "why did you crash?", a real biker says "I was just drunk" or "I was adjusting my sneaky leaker". Better to die than soil the good name of the Motor Company. Hell wear his scars like a badge of honor. And he wont question the engineering of his great American steed. The real man knows that through crashing, he can grow closer to his burly brothers down at the dealership while the righteous mechanics un-seize his Harleys heart and the hearts of the other proud horses of his brethren.
Crashing Its something real American men are not afraid to do. When their Iron Horse seizes at full gallop, they take it like a man, and go down with honor. And when the other men in the posse ask "why did you crash?", a real biker says "I was just drunk" or "I was adjusting my sneaky leaker". Better to die than soil the good name of the Motor Company. Hell wear his scars like a badge of honor. And he wont question the engineering of his great American steed. The real man knows that through crashing, he can grow closer to his burly brothers down at the dealership while the righteous mechanics un-seize his Harleys heart and the hearts of the other proud horses of his brethren.
