"cos I'm a cowboy
So you've always fantasised about a raked out chop. And as a true blue patriot it's gotta be American Iron. Only problem is that you're a white-bread suburban middle class schmuck who doesn't know which end of a swingarm is up.Wealthy Futures traders and celebrities just commission OCC to make their every stupid fantasy come true. Joe Schmo can now go to Big Dog Motorcycles. Big Dog occupy the tortuous knife edge that is mass producing 'custom choppers'. No I don't know how they manage to work it out either.
According to the LA Times "If the Wichita manufacturer's growth is any indication, the rebel spirit is alive and well. This year, the company's on track to build 5,000 motorcycles"
Hmmm, that must be the same rebel spirit Heinz feel when they make another tin of beans.
I fantasise about the owner having shelled out $32,000 making a wrong turn and bumping into Sonny Barger and a few pals. Because as Jarvis Cocker so correctly put it...
"everybody hates a tourist"
posted by Chris at 5:24 pm
2 Step to the white courtesy phone:
I was tempted by the 2004 re-issue Raleigh Chopper. Unfortunately I don't live in Hoxton and my haircut is insufficiently gelled into an annoying fin to ride around like a cunt thinking I'm Jack the biscuit.
Curse my fine spun-gold tresses!
November 07, 2006 7:37 am
May these new pioneers of American rebellion also dispense with the shackels of helmets and leathers and thereby further limit their chances of surviving some inevitable minor rider error. Ignomony lies not in death at the hands of a leather clad Angel but in stalling in front of an SUV or by dropping the clutch and driving into the back of your garage.
November 12, 2006 8:47 pm
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