I once thought they were the cats Cranberries, I was 15 then, They have grown women who will show their tits to a 15 year old. They carry hot beer.
they have smoke.
I am old now, not so easily impressed. Back then I was.
I now ride alone, I like it that way, I go where I choose, when I choose, No argument, No one to fight over it.
I don't miss the bad old days at all.