Chapter 2

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Real Men don't decorate themselves.

Real Men don't ride Harleys, they ride 160mph sportbikes. At 160mph. Or better yet, motocross, where everyone has a long list of broken bones.

Real Men never lay down a piece of wood with nails sticking out of it. Jesus, a kid could step on it, and the nail would go right up through his sneaker. Anyone who touches it could get hurt.

Real Men don't abandon their kids. Unless the kid deserves it, which is not impossible.


My brother rented a Harley for the weekend once. He said that the most notable thing about it was how easy it was to operate.