I was drinking all day back in the summer of 86 and pulled into the mini mart for a soda before heading home just up the street. My harley was straight piped and rumbles when I down a gear or two.

Anyway, this car with a bunch of illegal little kids is sitting at the pump as I rumble by and the one little kid runs into the mini mart to tell his non english speaking father that fucked up ratty as biker did something to their car.

The dude looks up from his kid at me and smiles oh oh oh hi.

Moral a da story, not all drunks act the same and if their a biker on a harley, better look the other way.