On days when we find the world spinning a bit too fast and our existence seeming to amount to nothing more than shifting sands of paper, we can empathize with this blue collar commuter. After all, anyone who is above escapism of one kind or another is selling something cheap and tasteless.
That isn't to say that our ideal escape is hopping on a thunderous hog to feel the wind in our hair and taste the bugs in our teeth. And that's why it is so important that we are different: we are happy to let this driver haul loads in his oversized pick-up and then don the dew rag and leather on the weekends. In the meantime, we'll chase the 'Merican dream in suburbia.
We may join you at some point in the future but, for now, ride hard my friend. Real hard.
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