I have always been comfortable with the idea of getting old. [see Troll doll or Tanana?] One of the adventures I look forward to is that of joining a motorcycle gang. Laugh, roll your eyes, re-read the sentence if you must, but my dream remains. Before I ever heard or read anything of Bikers Against Child Abuse (B.A.C.A), I was fascinated with the idea of life on the open road with a hog. After reading about B.A.C.A (more than a year ago), the fascination turned into an excited wish.
For those unfamiliar with B.A.C.A, check out their website and the youTube video below.
These guys and gals are winners for participating in such a cause. Bikers are a tough group. I am well aware of their reputation. "Winners" may not be the first word that comes to mind to describe such a rough group, which is why I admire them even more. They are my kind of people. (To my cred, I have been called both "tough" and "rough" by some City of Hope grad student. I have also been called "scrappy" and "scruffy" by anonymous family members.)
As I've sat in LA traffic, I've given considerable thought to buying a motorcycle. This naturally directs my thoughts to biker adventures and eventually to the lovely question, "what will be my road name?!" I have a few names in mind like Skillz and Scraps, but to amuse myself, I went online to see what name could be generated.
This is what it spit back:
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