It also winds up with another element of the biker's life . . . . freaking out the squares, pre-judging, rejection and a total absence of empathy or desire to relate by the clean livin, worn down, under the thumb world of the straights . . . . a metaphor that still holds true forty long years and millions of miles down the track . . . .
Go on . . . . get your motor runnin . . . . head out on the highway . . . . born to be wild, not mild !!!!