Below is an response I printed in another bike forum. At first I did not print it here. Here we were having a discussion on "language," and I'm still a new guy. But since I am passionate about this issue, I contacted Kevin first and got his opinion. I fully expected him to either advise me to clean up the prose or wait until a better time. He suggested the entry be printed. At that other forum they started that ridiculous thread on "being a biker." Yikes, it's been done to death and it's either whining or something out of a Hollywood movie. Here's what I wrote there: I have no problem with people being an authentic biker. My position is that you should not be a 1960s biker. For some reason, the idea of living the lifestyle stalled at that era. You're not considered the real-deal unless you loook like your grandfather, wear his clothes, use his jargon, customize your bike like his. The concept of being free is not being a copycat. Live in your own skin, customize your own bike, choose your own ideals. You don't become a biker by investing 1,000 bucks in an armful of new ink, or buying conchos at the road clothes department, or attaining ready made choppers or calling me "bro." I use electric starters, not jury-rigged magnetos. I wear ballistic nylon jackets--I haven't worn leather in over six years. I have used the term 'blood' or 'bro' perhaps five times in as many years. I have no ink, not even a teeny butterfly on my butt. I actually bathe. Why? Because the 1960s are over. According to today's paper, it's been fifty years. When that era of "lifestyle" was going full tilt I didn't even have a drivers license. What I do have is a closet full of real-deal clothing that was actually worn in motorcycle club--available at some very competitive pricing. It even smells like the 1960s. I do not have a PayPal account, but I accept cash. Live your own life, not a pale copy of mine.