Random truths: Unfortunately my wardrobe is smaller than my stack of airline ticket stubs. When trying to decide between looking like James Dean, Sid Vicious, Yvon Choinard or David Beckham, I usually end up walking out with standard Levi's and a blank teeshirt. My hair has never been cut by anyone but me. Once I hop into my loud, gas-munching truck, I crank up the melodic metal and offend hybrid owners with pride. My motorcycle gets way better gas milage than your Prius. Still, I'd rather be riding one of my pedal bikes. Back country skiing is how it should be done, ski lifts are for the lazy masses. Animals belong outside, particularly small dogs and cats. Intelligence and rebellion go hand-in-hand, and are at the top of my list. No-comprimises, no excuses, and never ask for help. I hate welfare systems, unborn baby murder and most forms of government. Never bring a knife to a gun fight; get educated. I am poor, but believe the rich have every right to keep their money. I work harder than anyone i know, except my dad. Think, visualize, then move. I've been around the world a grip-load of times, worked with every major band in the past 30 years and probably can't tell you a single rule of any American sports. I'm hard to argue with and think open minded-ness should never trump truth. Feminism destroyed chivalry. I'm guilty of being shallow; i love tall women with flat stomachs and charm to burn. Tattoos are fantastic. Drugs are retarded: granted i am addicted to adrenaline. Art is amazing. Personality is king. I know who I am, Asking for the same. No holds barred, full-disclosure, and i always write back.
Ok girls/ladies/women - site is ridiculous, we all know it. We all know the men are all douche bags and the girls are all stuck-up. The guys have no personality and the girls all write the exact same profile. The girls wouldnt respond to a message if their life depended on it and the guys never stop trying to get that response. We all know about this silly little game where women want a personality but only look and men want a body and always write. So, in the name of cow tipping and snipe hunting, would one of you break the mold with me and have a conversation? I promise i can dial back the Douché.
A little mountain bike mish, a craft beer/whiskey, then a good random convo. Oh, and I am from New Zealand, I've got an accent, hope you can understand me.