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"But at the end of the bus line, on the last stop on the road to oblivion, lies that crazy, tasteless, violent, mongrel horde called Americans with their god-awful music, their horrendous sloppiness and rudeness, and their reservoir of aggravatingly cheerful optimism. At the heart of it is the archaic, throwback Harley-Davidson motorcycle, a dreadful, irresponsible machine with no redeeming social qualities -- mechanical pornography to decent folk -- that simply won't go away despite the sheer, outrageous blat of its fuming exhaust in the face of seamless technology and the orderly, opulent, but essentially soulless brave new world. If that death threat to collectivism and convention dies away, it will be time to turn out the lights."
By Brock Yates “Outlaw Machine”
By Brock Yates “Outlaw Machine”
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