TD, TD, TD.... I have to intervene here. And strongly.

I was slowly scrolling down (mouse or fingers still not fully awaken) your post on this sleepy Christmas morning when I first saw, on your photo, the head of the guy on the right and thought HEY!!!!! That's my Paul. I accelerated scrolling down to see the rest of the pic and then, oh horror, oh Christmas morning horror, I saw the orange thing. This felt like a knife blow to the heart, TD. It caught me in a place and at a moment (Christmas morning, nothing less) of psychological vulnerability.

I am a woman, I am Liberal and studied way too much (I am still shedding all that shit) but I love motorcycles and I do ride motorcycles.

Orange County Choppers are part of my mythology: Paul and his sons are red necks, but Paul is a good father. And the bikes they make, TD, the bikes they make give me wet dreams year after year. Have a look at the beaut below (sorry Paul for lifting a pic from your website but I need to make a point in your favor here). I can only dream of licking the accidental oil drop off the primary of one of those.

The photo you posted was poor Paul Teutul Senior, the father You can see his page on their website at http://www.orangecountychoppers.com/paul-teutul-sr I say "poor" because his bikes do not match the text of your post at all; his bikes are mostly used by professionals (lawyers, dentists, doctors and edge fund managers, all sorts of professionals who can afford it, love to ride once a month, on Sunday morning, on one of those $150,000 beauts). He also makes a lot of bikes for charities (to display at special events).

Please Paul and his bikes have nothing to do with Hells Angels (although some of them get to ride choppers like Paul's the way they get to ride Ram trucks and Cadillac SUVs and the way they live in houses and breathe air).

Peace!