Harley rally rolls into town

The annual Myrtle Beach Harley Rally is upon us once again. Low brow and tacky you say? I think not, but then again I like wine coolers and Dolly Parton so who am I to say what’s tacky and what’s not. This is Myrtle Beach after all and we thrive on tacky, heck some might say that we invented it.

Just for the record there’s absolutely nothing wrong with real bikers, I've known a few good ones. I just don't see the appeal in assuming an alter ego for weekends. Reminds me of Trekkies.
My hobby is a lot cheaper. I pretend to be a criminal gangster by wearing a red do-rag on the weekends and flashing gang signs. Me and all my other suburban friends do this. We also go into our local sports bar and flood the jukebox with gangsta' rap. Then on Monday morning we’re back in our Gap khakis and button up shirts ready for another day in the office with the smug feeling deep in our guts that we were really bad over the weekend. We’re rebels and were never going to be any good. It's all about the brotherhood you find with other pretend outlaws.

Gotta go, I haven’t had my Starbucks today and I’m about to go into DT’s. Then I’m off to Abercrombie to see if they have that new shipment of do-rags in.