My Big Bad Friends

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If you were to see these guys clad in their leather pants and studded black leather jackets, easing off of their big bad motorcycles, you might think that you are in the presence of some hell raisers. But I know them. They're my friends. Just guys in their 30s and 40s, enjoying a good day in the sun. And if it wasn't for the state helmets laws, they probably look even tougher sporting only motorcycle sunglasses on their graying (some balding) heads. Although ... I'm trying to picture how tough they would then look, with insect parts splattered in their teeth and on their face, and bug guts matted in what hair is remaining on their collective heads. You know what, those sunglasses will do them better as they stroll on the ground --- definitely will hide those big bad winkles.