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Today I saw a huge motorcycle in the grocery store parking lot. Gleaming, red, chrome covered, imposing. C'mon, I saw Top Gun. I grew up in the 1980s. Of course I want a bike. Gimme a break! So it was with a general love of the species that I approached said motorcycle. To me, motorcycles embody a sense of rebellion, freedom, independence, hardiness, tomboyishness. If you're on a motorcycle, it seems to me it says you're your own person and you laugh in the face of the creature comforts that four wheeled conveyances offer.
And then I saw that the motorcycle had a cup holder.
Somewhere, a childhood fantasy went phhbbbbt, shot down by a tiny arrow marked with some corporate logo.
Somehow, when I'm fantasizing about the freedom of the open road and the rugged bike rider, I don't picture him reaching down to his trusty cupholder and grasping his Starbucks coffee. Or 7-11 Big Gulp, take your pick. Are you kidding me? Try a flask, you pansy!
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