Cycles South

The following clip is the probably the best argument I've ever heard for getting a motorcycle. If this doesn't get you at least a little moist and goosepimply, then you my friend, need to check your pulse, cause YOU DEAD. Either that or you've obviously given up on life and should probably move to Liesure World, fall asleep snoring while watching Wheel of Fortune and shit your pants.

Cycles South, incidentally, is a bitchin' movie and you should probably watch/revisit it. Three best buddies travel from Denver to Panama on old thumpers (buying little 2-stroke kawasakis when those break), thrashin' on their bikes, fishing, camping, getting drunk, freaking out on marijuana and hooking up with gnarly chicks the whole way! Makes you were 21 years old in 1971 when thing were simpler, America was free-er, and even if the women weren't very pretty, at least the motorcycles were.