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Harley-Davidson trips

Many of my biker friends and acquaintances had one or
more tattoos, and some of them evoked themes that were, to
say the least, original:
- Ginette was born to suffer.
- God rides a Harley-Davidson.
- Born to smash your face.

Anecdote: Harley-Davidson - the 1 % - Hells Angels
On our 2004 trip, we were accompanied by the son of a
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biker from Brussels who had been living in the USA for
17 years. He was therefore very familiar with life in the
USA, as well as with its ways and customs.
One evening, we went to a steakhouse where we ate at a
U-shaped bar. Service was done by passing through the

middle. There were 5 of us. 3 were seated on one side and
the 4th and me on the other side, near the door. My friend
next to me was 1.96 m tall and weighed around 140 kg, a
big chubby baby. We start eating, the door opens and a
biker with an even bigger frame than my big baby friend
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sits down next to my big chubby baby buddy. Leather
jacket, ponytail, 5-day old beard. He was impressive to
look at. He settled in and placed his order.
We look at each other and one of my friends, sitting
opposite, looks at the huge fat baby and says in French:
"Go on, tell him he’s gay". Nobody laughs, but our Belgian
immigrant calmly says: "I wouldn't do that". Still in

135 Christophe, Ben’s son
136 In the USA, in the 5 states I visited, the men are generally quite big. I've also
seen some truly unusual species (pardon the pun)..
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