"These were special motorcycles. Big, light, incredible torque, driven by partying madmen who fought using weapons.
It was a very good time."
and I meant it.
The Panhead was Harley's sweetest looking, best sounding motor. A group of chopped Pans being danced in and out of traffic at twice the speed limit, racing between car was a sight that would explain the "biker" lifestyle instantly.
"Roberta, I don't think these buttmunches care if they live or die!"
"Jut drive, Fred."