Definitions of common r.m.h acronyms:
DOF - "Decrepit Old Fuck" - the inevitable result of the degradation of one's body and mind over time. Some indicators of DOFness: You nod and grumble when you hear Toby Kieth's "I'm not as good as I once was." You wonder wtf is wrong when your bike feels like its running outta gas, only to find out it *is* running outta gas. You have script for viagra. You use yer ex's name when talking to yer current flame. You take off with your kickstand down. Yer always yelling "Hey you kids! Get offa my lawn!" You sell yer sexy, fast softail and buy a geezer glide. You forget yer DOF number. If yer a woman, with grey hair down there, you have a silver beaver of legend and song. If yer a guy, yer just a DOF. If you bust someone's balls, accusing him of forgetting that you've met, when in fact he remembers the multiple times you met and the EKIII transaction the two of you made, you are most assuredly a DOF. You bust someone's ass for asking questions like the above, when you did it yourself once upon a time ... Yup, DOF. When folks refer to *The* DOF they are speaking (sometimes reverently) of DOF#1 - RE
GO2L - "Good
Ol' 2 Lane" highways. Somtimes called GON2L, which is "Good Ol' Numbered
2 Lane" highways. Sometimes called Grand Old Two Lanes. They are the antithesis
of the slab. They take you through the heart of small-town America, while the
slab routes you miles away from it. They give you an opportunity to meet people,
while the slab insulates you from them. They provide great places to get comfort
food instead of the pre-packaged swill available at super-slab rest stops. They're
curvy and hilly like a good woman, instead of straight and antiseptic. They
have historic markers inviting you to stop and get a different perspective,
while slabs have signs that prohibit stopping. They're lined by giant balls
of twine, concrete dinosaurs and cadillac ranches, and they offer NOS motels
for the weary.
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