He lives in our subconscious and he just might live in your libido too... He's Peter Fonda in "Easy Rider," Marlon Brando in the "Wild Ones," Michael Parks in the old T.V. series "Then Came Bronson" and he's Sam Elliott as Gar in "Mask", --- an incredibly cool, stunningly hot young stud, so handsome he kills with a look; he'd make a terrible husband, a worse father, and who cares, --- at that moment...
He rides a Harley, of course, probably a to-die-for Soft Tail, loaded. He doesn't talk much, doesn't need to, and he's always, always on the move. Dare to love him and you'll get your heart crushed. When he leaves, and he always does, he'll blast a hole in your heart you could drive a truck through. You'll always remember him... And, he'll never be too much older than thirty five, more likely he'll be twenty five.
You'll be driving your Subaru or your Toyota or your basic average, boring Chevy or Ford. You'll pull up to the stoplight and he''s there beside you, gunning his bike. He doesn't wear a helmet, but he does wear wrap-around sunglasses. He's dressed in jeans and a biker jacket, butter-soft black leather, or a jean one cut off at the sleeves with his club's logo on the back. He often has long hair and he's lanky; there's not a spare inch of anything extra on him because he doesn't lay on the couch watching endless football games. He turns to you, grins wolfishly. The light changes to green. He's off, leaving you far behind. Part of you wishes to be him, or with him, always will. He's the spirit of the road, the call of a wild and unpredictable life that just won't die, the dream of a totally crazy, positively epic adventure, --- the motorcycle mystique, forever...
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