Biketoberfest!

Wow, what a freakin' experience! It was my first anything-toberfest so I'm glad I got to be a part of it. I wasn't much of a part of it as I claim though, it was more like my friends and me driving down Main Street and looking at all the bikers. It was a truly grotesque experience.
Before we even turned down Main Street a drunkard with no shirt on and pants falling down wearing no underwear slapped our window yelling something about "She stole my shirt!" This, unsurprisingly, was a really accurate foreshadowing to the events that would take place as we drove down the main street.
Driving along the strip of motorcycles, there were countless women wearing fishnet, leather, sliced up tops, looking like they just woke up with their hair all messy. The men were just as bad, their denim jackets were in tatters and it seemed like they enjoyed living in destitute, or liked looking like they did at least. Kind of a weird lifestyle, bar hopping and cigarette smoking. I would never have guessed that these people would be like this, because my parents happen to be avid Harley Davidson riders!
Unlike these goons, however, my parents are classy bike riders, calling themselves a creamscicle due to my Dad's orange Harley, and my Mom's white one.
I'm glad i didn't get raped or harrassed too badly at this event, maybe I will actually get out of the car next time!