Bad to the Bone

In recognition of my new toy, a 1988 Harley-Davidson Sportster 883, here is “Bad to the Bone.”

This is what the eighties held for anyone who felt they just achieved something great. I must say that this song electrifies my joy after fighting to get my bike.

Whoever is out there, don’t live the easy, simple life. Break challenges, take risks—break arms, take names. Always live b-b-b-b-b-bad. Bad to the bone.

Prattville, AL

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