Scott, here is why you buy a Speedmaster. The year was 1985. You weren't one to follow the crowd. You dressed how you wanted and didn't care what others thought. You wore that leather jacket, worn out Levis and a Misfits t-shirt. You were against the system, sometimes going out of your way to show it. You were an anarchist. You weren't part of any clique. You were your own individual person that didn't give into peer pressure. You had friends that felt the same way you did, but you all encouraged each other to be yourself. Sometimes you went out of your way to show that it was cooler to be your self instead of like the preppies that all wore the same shirts everyday. You drove that '68 Plymouth Valiant because it was a really cool car because it wasn't the same Camaro or mustang that everyone else had and you could beat it to death if you wanted too. While all the trendy stoner rockers forced each other to listen to Ratt and Motley Crue, the jocks listening to 38 Special and Van Halen spending $30 a ticket to see one band in a boring concert, you spent $5 at the Indian Center to see five bands at a time like Black Flag, Dead Kennedy’s, GBH, D.R.I., Adrenalin OD, The Meatmen, Agent Orange, The Angry Samoans in an atmosphere of freedom to what you wanted, when you wanted. If it was mainstream, you almost didn't want anything to do with it. You knew what was genuinely better, even if it wasn’t popular. Funny thing is that here it is 22 years later and you may be that same anarchist punk, the only things that may have changed is the haircut and paycheck.
Or, I could be completely wrong, in which case, buy the Speedmaster any way and show those Harley guys a thing or two about freedom of choice, freedom to be yourself, and freedom to get the best even if it isn't the trendy thing to do.
Soren
