 If
you hadn't hired some gun marketing guru this would never have happened.
And you're the only one who can STOP IT!There I was, innocently walking my dog on a balmy Sunday evening and my senses were assaulted. Riding very slowly and carefully past me was a couple of what the French delightfully euphemistically call un certain age. Riding a Harley. I think it was a Heritage Softtail, but it was a little difficult to tell. The tank had been painted white and covered in pink roses, as had the side covers, and the seat had been upholstered in that shade of not-quite-tan of which Volvo is so fond. There was he, riding (of course) wearing (shudder) knife-edge-creased jeans, carefully tucked into shiny new Rebs, a Miller shirt (remember them from the scary seventies?), a black leather vest (open) and the ubiquitous matt black open-face that's been carefully gone over with sandpaper so it doesn't look TOO new. And he had (natch) a goatee and a Harley Davidson (again carefully ironed) bandanna. She was on the back. And this is where I really felt ill. She was got-up in a cream shirt, open to reveal far too much cleavage, a brown suede vest, completely open, and brown (a different shade) jeans. This was complemented with fake ocelot, thigh-high, kitten-heel boots. She also had a Harley Davidson bandanna on, and his old matt black open-face (it was obviously waaaay too big). And a pair of sunglasses straight out of Jane Fonda's early seventies wardrobe. Remember Klute? Now I'm all for everyone getting on the road on two wheels, I even don't mind middle-aged wannabes who've held a licence for 30 years and ridden for six months. But for Christ's sake, didn't these two realise how stupid they looked?? And what I really hate is that we all get tarred with the same metaphoric brush. It's all Willy G's fault. MCNEWS.COM.AU |