Are you an idiot or just plaine STUPID?

The target buyer for Harley Davidson, if I read their ads correctly, are
male overweight, middle aged, sexually repressed ex-cons with an abundance
of tattoos, body and facial hair, and odious personal habits. They also tend
to have a severe leather fetish with a passion for chains, tassels, and
metal studs.

When was the last time you did an update of who buys HD's? It is a proven
fact that the "target buyer" makes about 70,000 per year, are professional
business men and women. So where did you get your info? That statement may
have been true in the 70's, but not now. I am originally from MS, born,
raised and lived there until 1986. Had to leave to get away from people with
minds like yours. Sad to say, my brother still lives there and still thinks
like you and yes he is from Lamar County. HD's are not a rip off, several
dealers offer them at MSRP. I am female and I ride a HD, paid MSRP for it, I
do take a bath, do not have a leather fetish, but do have a jacket and chaps
for cold weather, am not overweight, but am middled aged and do not do like
tassles, chains or studs! why would you generalize everyone in the
statement? You need to get out of MS more and see how the other half lives.
No wonder there are so many jokes about MS, it is people like you! Please do
your research before you spunt trivia!

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"Are you an idiot or just plaine STUPID?"

Well, I do know how to spell the word “plain”, which means that you aren’t smarter than me. Now if I’m an idiot or I’m just plain stupid, and you’re dumber than I am, that kind of puts you in an awkward position, now doesn’t it, Peaches.

To answer your question, I’m an individual who has the good financial sense not to spend his hard earned money on ridiculous outdated junk, no matter how trendy it may be portrayed to be. I don’t follow the crowd and I don’t buy my life out of a catalog and I don’t get my patriotism by the miracle of cellular osmosis through my ass cheeks from the seat of the motorcycle I ride upon. In hindsight, that makes me a lot smarter than you, since I chose not only to not waste my money foolishly, but also not to be foolishly trendy.

“When was the last time you did an update of who buys HD's?”

Oh, you mean the fact that the real outlaw bikers ride imports and the little pretend outlaw bikers dress up for the part and buy Harleys? I base my writing on what I see locally, my experience with local HD owners through the years, and the scoggins I have to deal with on a regular occasion. I could care less what HD owners somewhere else are like because I don’t have to deal with them. I call it like I see it, and I write what I call.

“It is a proven fact that the "target buyer" makes about 70,000 per year, are professional business men and women.”

Well, that would certainly qualify me for being able to buy a Harley, except that I’m smarter than that. What they left out was “Makes 70,000 per year, is a professional business man or woman, has no knowledge of motorcycles or mechanics whatsoever, is easily manipulated to feel patriotic guilt, gullible as the day is long, really desires to be trendy, is too busy to earn a life of their very own, is more concerned with image over substance, and has the mental prowess of a retarded hamster that is choking on a stale crouton.” I guess you missed that corporate memo, didn’t you, Peaches? Harley Davidson isn’t about motorcycles, it’s all about image and money. They give you an image, you give them money. It doesn’t take a lot of brains, hence, Harley riders aren’t known for being intellectuals. They may have a lot of money, but no one ever equated money with brains.

“That statement may have been true in the 70's, but not now.”

No, now the average Harley riders are mostly pretend weekend wannabe bikers who don’t know anything about their motorcycles other than it’s a Harley and it looks good next to their Series 3 BMW. They have a trailer to carry their bike to Daytona or Sturgis, and someone else to do maintenance on it and wax it for them. Harley Davidson isn’t a motorcycle, it’s a fashion accessory for upwardly mobile twits such as yourself.

“I am originally from MS, born, raised and lived there until 1986. Had to leave to get away from people with minds like yours.”

My mind is a scary place.

You know, thinking back now, I thought the collective IQ of the entire state increased a few whole points back in 1986. I guess I’ll have to credit that to your leaving. Only someone as monumentally mentally vacant as you could have single-handedly lowered the IQ of the entire state just by living here. Thank you for doing your part to advance the state. We’ve been smarter, on a whole, ever since you left.

“Sad to say, my brother still lives there and still thinks like you and yes he is from Lamar County.”

Other than living in Lamar county, it’s evident who got the brains in the family and those brains obviously didn’t leave the state, which is another reason why my theory of why the state IQ rose when you left. Maybe if your brother can be persuaded to move from Lamar county, he might just be salvageable as a productive part of human society. Or maybe not. There is an old saying, “the apple doesn’t fall very far from the tree.” If you are any indication of your family’s genetic potential or rather genetic un-potential…

“HD's are not a rip off, several dealers offer them at MSRP.”

Several, not most. Big difference there, Peaches. And yes, Harley is a rip off, pure and simple. Harley is the biggest rip off known to man. It’s a con played out by greedy little stump back fetid old troglodytes taking advantage of ignorant rednecks with too much disposable income and not enough common sense. If it isn’t a rip off, then what do you call selling outdated technology for current technology prices? I call that a rip-off. Talk to me sometime, Peaches. I’ll sell you a like-new circa late ‘70’s 8088 processor based computer system for three times the price of a brand new Pentium IV. If I tried that, you’d be the first to scream “Rip-off!” But! If that computer was trendy… and everyone popular was buying them… and if rich people had them, and if there were lots of accessories for this computer that made it look better (not work faster, just look better), then you’d line up as fast as your checkbook and little go-go groupie boots would let you to get in on the fad and be part of the flock.

A Harley Davidson isn’t a motorcycle, Peaches, it’s a life style. It stopped being a motorcycle company when it stopped being competitive and started begging for its life. It’s been groveling ever since.

“I am female and I ride a HD, paid MSRP for it, I do take a bath, do not have a leather fetish, but do have a jacket and chaps for cold weather, am not overweight, but am middled aged and do not do like tassles, chains or studs!”

Congratulations. Did you get the Barbie edition Harley? It looked kind of small there on the shelf of the toy store but since you said you weren’t overweight…

“Why would you generalize everyone in the statement?”

Because most Harley riders I meet are uneducated, redneck bumpkins who are illiterate, ignorant, or stupid, sometimes a wonderful combination of all three which suggests not only that inbreeding is going on, but that it may be a tag team event. The bumpkins who I target are the ones who have ruined Harley Davidson. They can’t argue with any logical rationale so they either lash out with ludicrous death threats or launch into some tirade about how my penis isn’t long enough to ride a big, powerful, American made bike like a Harley. I’m sorry, does a Harley have some kind of extra grip or lever or pedal that requires you to use your penis to operate it, and if so, how do you women compensate for the difference?

I deal with scoggins and trailer park trash on their rusty old scooters all the time. That and Harley owners aren’t the smartest or most original people in the world. Anyone who buys a life instead of earns it is suitable only for ridicule and pity.

“You need to get out of MS more and see how the other half lives.”

I’ve been lots of places, Peaches. North, south, east, west. I’ve been past Texas, I’ve been to the tip of Florida, into Mexico, I’ve been to Cleveland, and Washington, D.C. Travel narrows the mind wonderfully, the more I saw how the other half lived, the better Mississippi looked. Unlike you, I’m not ashamed of my state, its history, or the people who live here. Unlike you, I didn’t run away from people I thought I was better than. For those of you who are ashamed of the state or think you are better than the rest of us, well, there’s the state line, you know, the state line which you found way back in 1986.

“No wonder there are so many jokes about MS, it is people like you!”

No, the reason why there are so many jokes about Mississippi is because uppity yet ignorant double wide trailer queens like you leave in a huff and then turn around and badmouth the state because you couldn’t make it down here. I’ve seen your kind before, Peaches. Do this great and beautiful state a tremendous favor and stay where you are. Don’t even come to visit. You’re kind isn’t welcome down here, Scoggett.

“Please do your research before you spunt trivia!”

I have done my research, and I base my opinions on personal experience. Perhaps if you didn’t buy into the lifestyle, you might be able to see the charade for what it is. But then, people like you have always needed something to brace their egos on and shore their self image up with and that is what Harley Davidson specializes in; it’s an expensive crutch for the weak minded and the slack spined idiots.

Enjoy your ride, Peaches. You’re definitely Harley material.

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