I got a good story about good American pride.
So, I'm somewhat back to normal now. The last month has been extremely rough for me as my health was deteriorating. My buddies and I go to Toronto for this annual motorcycle festival where all sorts of biker enthusists gather and we trade/sell bike parts. I guess there was some sort of Anti-American protest going on right before our event. Some goofy guy was making a pep speech about how Americans are poopheads and are no good or whatever. Then we come rolling in, all thirty of us, and there's a huge mob of people on the side walks holding stupid signs like, 'American sux!' and other kinds of inflamatory stuff people here usually get punched out for. I always have a huge four foot 'old Glory' streaming from the back of my hog. It was funny because all the protestors stopped their rioting and watched us because they were not sure what our intentions were. I Could have said something about them being goons for spitting on our image as a country but, making my American made 80's classic Chevy hog engine roar like thunder was a good enough statement.