Uh oh, it's Cook's Corner time again!

Well howdy doo! I made my way back out to Cook's and it just so happened to be Blessing of the bikes day! Hot dog! Bunches of motorbike enthusiasts were out and I was real keen to snap photos of all those nifty motorcycles! It was swell! Haha, I'm so full of shit. It was lame. But funny. Because I find humor in other people's ignorance. What an asshole. Enjoy!

 So it begins

 Sporty with an off the shelf metalflake helmet? Shocking.

 Hey, an FXR! That's kinda nifty

 Oh Jesus

 Another FXR! Daaamn!

 Subtle. I like it. For being limey.

 Normal Sporty right?

 NOPE! This motherfucker is an OUTLAW! WATCH THE FUCK OUT!

 Ugh, if you say so dude....

 I, personally, completely disagree.

Bike not fast? Bike not cool? Add some SKULLS AND CHROME! 

Awwww, they're like brother and sister motorbikes. Who then engage in incest and make half retarded chopper babies.

A warm summer's night at Cook's Corner

Last summer, I had the misfortune of being at the Chrome Mecca a.k.a. Cook's Corner when this fella smashed his little Honda into the tree out front.

It's a little hard to see, but the tree is where the steering wheel would typically go. I took this picture well after the accident happened. Myself and about 3 or 4 other people did our best to help the guy, but it's hard to help someone's who dead, which isn't such a bad thing otherwise he would have burned up in the ensuing fire. It is what it is.

Weekend Warrior Mecca

Cook's Corner. I love it. I hate everyone at it. It's the adult version of hipsters. "Check out my brand new chrome Vance and Hines!" says Jim the accountant. To which Fred the orthopedic surgeon replies "Psssh. So what? I just put on my new, BLACK chrome Thunderheader that was given to me by my Hells Angels friend, Sonny Barger. I'm tight with their crew now. No big deal." And thus, the new king of South Orange County Wild Hogs is born. (They don't have Presidents, sounds too 1%)

Not a single damn bike worth taking a picture of. There was one "chopper", straight outa Big Bear (bringing it back old skool since BBC is outa business). The rest were you typical garbage wagons that represent everything wrong with Harley Davidson. When I say garbage wagons, I am including the dozen or so Dark Rustom Sporties I saw with Z bars or drag bars, and aftermarket, black exhaust. 3/4 metal flake helmet was mandatory. Along with your sisters jeans tucked into your boots and a g/f that was taller, and manlier than you (which isn't a jab at the chick, because she was a pretty feminine piece of work herself). I guess the Douchebags nor the O Dork Thirties had anything going on. But damn it! These little fellas didn't spend $13K on a new Sporty to NOT be seen!