Every weekend thru the summer, my windows are rattled often by Harley riders passing by my house. A few have a functioning exhaust system, but most seem hell-bent on raising the dead, with their straight pipes that can literally be heard for miles. I assume the rider of the bike doesn't get the full effect of his racket generator, but I wonder about the ones that ride in packs. If you are right behind one of them, does it vibrate your chest like a top fuel dragster?
And I won't even mention the "individualism" they think they are showing with the way they dress. I always chuckle to myself, when I see a bunch of'em in their black leather biker garb, dorag and tattoos.
Ride on, brothers.
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