This is my second week going to the bike night, I go for the free food and 3 dollar tall boy Bud. Well this is the monstrosity of the bike night.
Neon lights and fishtails that could double as wheelie bars.
But the nice thing of living in a military town is people moving and changing and every once in awhile you find a young kid with an old bike that he doesnt have a clue what he has. This kool Ironhead was there and tried to convert him to the good side but he wants a Fatboy (thats what she said).
The kid with the Ironhead rode the shit out his bike he is gonna need a top-end soon.