When there are this many motorcycles parked in one spot you can know that there is something motorcycle-ish going on nearby.
It didn't take long to find the main event. Some of the most amazing custom built Harley street bikes were being shown off. Eye candy.
This bike was owned buy a thirsty guy. Four bottles on one bike. It's amazing what these artists come up with.
I wouldn't want to actually ride one of these even if it was mine, because dropping one of these babies would be like accidentally stepping into the middle of the only triple layer chocolate pecan caramel with whipped cream birthday cake that anyone had ever made for you, and that's bad. Was that a run-on sentence? I will distract you from my grammatical incompetence with another amazing Harley.
The above comment is probably why you don't see these bikes cruising around the streets of your city. They are built to wait every night in one's garage for the owner to come and stroke her lovingly with his eyes. He lights up a cigarette and tells her all of the problems he is having with his other woman in his real life. His name must be Bill.
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