We have all stood before our bikes and looked deep within seeing the finished cromed, polished, painted Beauty and said "It needs something" .
When do we say its perfect?
How much money, time, sweat, blood and tears have we put into our rolling master pieces.
Their our babys we name them, we pamper them, and we love them.
Yet their never finished there is always that one vendor who makes that bit of bling that we crave like a junkies next fix.
I am just affected my signature reads like a parts catalog and i have see yours too.
Do you have leather gear from head to toe does your closet look like a S&M shop?
Are you proud of your baby? Do you spend more time with it than your wife or girl freind?
Do you look foward to the sunny days of summer so you can tear up the blacktop.
If you answer yes you are a biker. Oil runs in your veins and the road is your lover.
Now what i want to know is how much have you put into your lover and do you feel its enough?