I'm 40 yrs old and I have no hobbies. That's why I watched this movie. I wanted to watch men who actually do stuff. Unlike myself, who does nothing.
I intently watched these men, trying to determine how they differed from me. The leader of the gang was syrupy sweet. His brother evidently had psychological issues. The brain seemed like he wouldn't be very fun to have a beer with. Last but not least we have the guy I'd end up punching if I ever worked with him.
From the age of zero to out of the house, my parents spent a total of $800 on me. To say that being a tightwad is in my jeans is an understatement. What was the most aww inspiring about these men is the sheer avalanche of money they spent on their motorcycles. I can hear my mother passively aggressively right now "hmmm...must be nice to have that kind of money." The claustrophobic guy appeared to have 3 or 4 kids. Where does all this money come from?
The angry man who would have received one of my punches had I worked with him was evidently the richest of the four. Ironically (or, expectedly) he got his hair gel on clearance at Target. He seemed to be aware that the camera caught this, and made an attempt to hide this. This was only humorous in retrospect as it wasn't until later that they revealed his vast wealth.
As I grow wiser I appreciate that there's an infinite number of ways to do things, such as drink coffee. I must say, tho, that I was utterly transfixed by the way the syrupy sweet man drank his coffee. He neatly placed three white ceramic coffee cups on the counter, added cream and sugar, then filled each one to the brim with hot coffee. For his wife? Gf? Somebody else in the gang? Nope. He very adroitly picked all of them up like a barista and began to take them outside. "Where the hell is he going" I thought to myself. He then gets in his truck. What the?? A few moments later they show him grabbing another cup as he says something like "round 2." This is when it hit me: those are to-go cups? This man conservatively spends tens of thousands of dollars a year on motorcycles, and he's never considered and/or can't afford a travel cup?
All in all this was a bad a** documentary. I'm very jealous of these men.
I intently watched these men, trying to determine how they differed from me. The leader of the gang was syrupy sweet. His brother evidently had psychological issues. The brain seemed like he wouldn't be very fun to have a beer with. Last but not least we have the guy I'd end up punching if I ever worked with him.
From the age of zero to out of the house, my parents spent a total of $800 on me. To say that being a tightwad is in my jeans is an understatement. What was the most aww inspiring about these men is the sheer avalanche of money they spent on their motorcycles. I can hear my mother passively aggressively right now "hmmm...must be nice to have that kind of money." The claustrophobic guy appeared to have 3 or 4 kids. Where does all this money come from?
The angry man who would have received one of my punches had I worked with him was evidently the richest of the four. Ironically (or, expectedly) he got his hair gel on clearance at Target. He seemed to be aware that the camera caught this, and made an attempt to hide this. This was only humorous in retrospect as it wasn't until later that they revealed his vast wealth.
As I grow wiser I appreciate that there's an infinite number of ways to do things, such as drink coffee. I must say, tho, that I was utterly transfixed by the way the syrupy sweet man drank his coffee. He neatly placed three white ceramic coffee cups on the counter, added cream and sugar, then filled each one to the brim with hot coffee. For his wife? Gf? Somebody else in the gang? Nope. He very adroitly picked all of them up like a barista and began to take them outside. "Where the hell is he going" I thought to myself. He then gets in his truck. What the?? A few moments later they show him grabbing another cup as he says something like "round 2." This is when it hit me: those are to-go cups? This man conservatively spends tens of thousands of dollars a year on motorcycles, and he's never considered and/or can't afford a travel cup?
All in all this was a bad a** documentary. I'm very jealous of these men.