Years ago when we still fead our motorcycles hay, a young lad, they are always young lads,told me he wanted to be a biker. First I told him to buy a leather and stay on the sidewalk its safer, but he insisted. So I told him first off he would need a bike and a Huffy from K-mart didnt count. Next a nice tatoo goes along way in impressing people that your are a bad a$$ biker, but warn him agaisnt tats with alot of flowery images in them, more towards the kind you get from Bubba who has a needle, bottle of ink and no artistic talent what so ever. Next he should get his ear pierced. A friend with either a .22 cal pistol or a 10 penny nail and a crowbar would work just fine. Lay em out cold with the crowbar after that everything else is easy. If the hole turns out to large, bush it down with some hamburger. This was just the beginning of turning this young lad into a real life biker. But since the story is long, I'll have to write this in chapters. Tune in next week.
