Harley Recall
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Real Motorcycling
Stalking the mean streets. Heading a posse deep into the badlands. Carrying the flag for all America in uncertain times. Enforcing good old-fashioned values. Purging the roadhouses of squids and posers. Sitting tall and righteous in the saddle.
Brawny, confident men with a down-to-earth honesty, just like their machines. No need for endless chattering when a couple well-placed fists will set the record straight. No need for a buzzy mess of tiny cylinders when a massive V-Twin does the job in staggering style. Men who wear the same colors as they did yesterday and will tomorrow, instead of fashions and loyalties that are translated from a foreign language and change like the wind. Rough and tumble men who have the force and might to prevail against any odds.
Motorcycles with the torque to twist any atrocity cycle into a pretzel and squash their riders into raw sewage. Engines of iron, pushrods and roller bearings. Power bands as broad as the muscle and pride of the riders. Wheels with spokes, fenders of steel and saddles of leather. The ripping thunder and roar that has become a second national anthem. A sound of authority, of anger and of the power of real men. Men who have earned the respect and awe of all America. Riding machines that define what motorcycling is all about.
You either fit in here, or you watch real life pass you by.
-The Highwayman
Stalking the mean streets. Heading a posse deep into the badlands. Carrying the flag for all America in uncertain times. Enforcing good old-fashioned values. Purging the roadhouses of squids and posers. Sitting tall and righteous in the saddle.
Brawny, confident men with a down-to-earth honesty, just like their machines. No need for endless chattering when a couple well-placed fists will set the record straight. No need for a buzzy mess of tiny cylinders when a massive V-Twin does the job in staggering style. Men who wear the same colors as they did yesterday and will tomorrow, instead of fashions and loyalties that are translated from a foreign language and change like the wind. Rough and tumble men who have the force and might to prevail against any odds.
Motorcycles with the torque to twist any atrocity cycle into a pretzel and squash their riders into raw sewage. Engines of iron, pushrods and roller bearings. Power bands as broad as the muscle and pride of the riders. Wheels with spokes, fenders of steel and saddles of leather. The ripping thunder and roar that has become a second national anthem. A sound of authority, of anger and of the power of real men. Men who have earned the respect and awe of all America. Riding machines that define what motorcycling is all about.
You either fit in here, or you watch real life pass you by.
-The Highwayman
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Ribo said:
Sadly the reason there are this many available for a "run" because there are so many taxpayers (the abusers aren't probably even paying taxes) abusing the use of emergency services. The amount of bullshit calls of "sore ankles" or "headaches" that they get at all hours of the day would amaze you. Essentially made my dad so miserable that he dropped his paramedic card and just continued as a firefighter, losing 6% pay but he can actually go to work and not be miserable. Getting no sleep to be a taxi driver to the hospital for all of the "wonderful" residents of Columbus didn't seem to much like public service to him.
This overuse forces the hand of the city to hire more and buy more equipment because sadly, so many people abuse that system as well.
