At some point in your life, you were probably riding down the road with a parent, or grandparent, and saw some dude in jeans and a beard working on a bike, or under the hood of a truck, and your elder told you that people like that were trash, and you should stay away from them. That guy was me!
Seriously, I'm just a relocated Yankee enjoying warmer pastures in the south, chillin at the beach, looking for new friends to hang with, to blaze with, whatever. I'd love to hear your thoughts on Guns, Ghosts, Bikes, and Boats. HMU and let's hang.