How does it move you when you see 25+ Harleys in a herd of rolling thunder, literally?

If I think about them, it would probably be mild annoyance at the noise. Other than that, just my routine hoping that they stay alive, weaving through heavy traffic like that.

I plug my ears. I really really hate motorcycle noise.

“Haha, look at the old fat bald fucks with tiny penises, bless”

I wish Godzilla was real, and would incinerate those arseholes with his atomic breath.

I resist the urge to yell ”fags!” at them.

“Right Clyde”

Most Harleys sound like they are about to break down or blow up, so when I see that I think how long before the first one goes down then the second?

I don’t know about a whole herd because I’ve never seen one but I loved the scene from Six Feet Under when Nate rides off alone on a Harley he has just unexpectedly been given, down an empty highway along the edge of the ocean, I watched that over and over again.

I can see this is a tough crowd for Harley riders….

I’m annoyed. Hell, I’d be annoyed if it was just one motorcycle. I can’t stand those loud ass things.

My neighbor has one and decided to take it to work everyday. That’d be fine, if he didn’t leave for work at 4AM. Asshole.