On Sundays I break from my isolated, hermetic lifestyle and eat a traditional Fat Man's Breakfast with some of my pre-recluse buddies. Last week this chick named Debbie showed up. She's an Iraq war vet and served for a time in Panama so we swapped Army stories over biscuits and gravy and coffee. Turns out we had other mutual interests such as motorcycles and eating pussy so we hit it off well.
Debbie rides a sweet '80 'Zuki 750. I remember, when in the eighties, these "Jap Bikes" were looked down upon by Harley riders, and if one was parked among the Milwaukee iron their owners would curl their noses and say with disdain, "I think I smell rice burning." But these pre-liquid bikes were cool as hell and would run circles around the big twins. Debbie did a simple, rear fender relocate and scrounged up some drag bars and some old headers giving her Ricer a cool look. Sounded badass too, like a nest of angry hornets with hemorrhoids.