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Why a Chopper? We all ride the bikes we do because they say something about us.  I remember when we were all teenagers and, one by one, began to acquire cars.  Awful, awful cars.  Pintos, Pacers, Vegas and Gremlins – the Four Horsemen of the automotive apocalypse!  These cars had more miles than ever intended by the manufacturer.  The brakes were shot, the tires bald, the engine made plenty of unnatural noises and the whole car smelled faintly of something dead.   The driver’s side window didn’t roll down so you had to go through the Rush’s drive through in reverse.  These cars violated every law of decency.  It didn’t matter, though – all it took to look cool then was to have any wheels at all.  It was entirely possible to strut your stuff with complete dignity in a ragged out, piece of crap car.  Not so much anymore.  Today it seems a lot of kids are issued the vehicle of their choice by indulgent parents along with their driver’s license.  God forbid they should save up and buy their own like I had to.  “Hey kid, quit standing on your daddy’s legs…”  Anyway, this isn’t about them, it’s about the rest of us who work hard for our stuff and still like to show out.  We do it in fine style, too, as far as I am concerned. We all have our reasons for riding something that is out of the ordinary.  For me, I enjoy standing out and doing something that most guys don’t because they are too afraid of what people might think or else married with children (we all know how that goes).  A lot of people will look at what you are riding and automatically make several judgments about you – most of which are probably wrong.  This tickles me and is kind of like having an advantage over that person.  I get the most fun out of watching older, conservative republican types check me out.  They give me the sideways glance that says “I can’t acknowledge you because it would impair my respectability in the community but I would much rather be cruising like you, tearing up the countryside, blazing a trail of wild, unfettered excess with chicks and guns on an alcohol and adrenaline fueled orgy of anarchy and high speed chases.”  Little do they know that I am a certified accountant with a mortgage who likes gardening and watching the Military Channel.  I like to ride in shorts and flip flops in the summer and the heat isn’t the only reason. My appearance is totally incongruous with the preconceived notions people have of what kinds of people ride choppers.  We have all watched Son’s of Anarchy and seen documentaries featuring the Hell’s Angels.  Ask the average citizen to describe someone who rides a chopper and you will get a description of something like this: So, when I pull up at the stop light next to a Clark Griswold type with his family, they don’t know what to think – my top half is all about “Easy Rider” as expected but my bottom half is clearly bound for Margaritaville - it messes with their heads.  So, why a chopper instead of the time-honored cliché of driving a Harley just like everyone else?  For me, I like being different and I like stirring up controversy and getting in people’s heads.  I like all the attention my 2007 Texas Chopper gets.  I kinda feel like a bad-ass when I am on it because it is a seriously cool ride.  But the main reason I ride a chopper is because I am Fat Max, hero to my minions, conqueror of women’s hearts, and the terror of my neighborhood.
June 21, 2012
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© 2012-2017   American IronHorse Owners Organization Use of AIH Logo Licensed by American Ironhorse, LLC 
Why a Chopper? We all ride the bikes we do because they say something about us.  I remember when we were all teenagers and, one by one, began to acquire cars.  Awful, awful cars.  Pintos, Pacers, Vegas and Gremlins – the Four Horsemen of the automotive apocalypse!  These cars had more miles than ever intended by the manufacturer.  The brakes were shot, the tires bald, the engine made plenty of unnatural noises and the whole car smelled faintly of something dead.   The driver’s side window didn’t roll down so you had to go through the Rush’s drive through in reverse.  These cars violated every law of decency.  It didn’t matter, though – all it took to look cool then was to have any wheels at all.  It was entirely possible to strut your stuff with complete dignity in a ragged out, piece of crap car.  Not so much anymore.  Today it seems a lot of kids are issued the vehicle of their choice by indulgent parents along with their driver’s license.  God forbid they should save up and buy their own like I had to.  “Hey kid, quit standing on your daddy’s legs…”  Anyway, this isn’t about them, it’s about the rest of us who work hard for our stuff and still like to show out.  We do it in fine style, too, as far as I am concerned. We all have our reasons for riding something that is out of the ordinary.  For me, I enjoy standing out and doing something that most guys don’t because they are too afraid of what people might think or else married with children (we all know how that goes).  A lot of people will look at what you are riding and automatically make several judgments about you – most of which are probably wrong.  This tickles me and is kind of like having an advantage over that person.  I get the most fun out of watching older, conservative republican types check me out.  They give me the sideways glance that says “I can’t acknowledge you because it would impair my respectability in the community but I would much rather be cruising like you, tearing up the countryside, blazing a trail of wild, unfettered excess with chicks and guns on an alcohol and adrenaline fueled orgy of anarchy and high speed chases.”  Little do they know that I am a certified accountant with a mortgage who likes gardening and watching the Military Channel.  I like to ride in shorts and flip flops in the summer and the heat isn’t the only reason. My appearance is totally incongruous with the preconceived notions people have of what kinds of people ride choppers.  We have all watched Son’s of Anarchy and seen documentaries featuring the Hell’s Angels.  Ask the average citizen to describe someone who rides a chopper and you will get a description of something like this: So, when I pull up at the stop light next to a Clark Griswold type with his family, they don’t know what to think – my top half is all about “Easy Rider” as expected but my bottom half is clearly bound for Margaritaville - it messes with their heads.  So, why a chopper instead of the time-honored cliché of driving a Harley just like everyone else?  For me, I like being different and I like stirring up controversy and getting in people’s heads.  I like all the attention my 2007 Texas Chopper gets.  I kinda feel like a bad-ass when I am on it because it is a seriously cool ride.  But the main reason I ride a chopper is because I am Fat Max, hero to my minions, conqueror of women’s hearts, and the terror of my neighborhood.
June 21, 2012
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Fat Max