Well folks, you best be prepared to pig out like it's your last supper. This ain't no ordinary day. It's the most rootinest tootinest experience of your life. We're launching into Hog Heaven, where the slop is always fresh, the mud baths are plentiful, and the only thing worryin' about is getting enough sleep. Pack your bags. Hold on tight, part

This ain't your grandma's Sunday drive/cruise/joyride. This is about grippin'/holdin'/clutching onto the handlebars and blastin'/throttlin'/pushin' that engine to the limit. We're talkin' smokin'/roarin'/thumpin' hogs, chrome shinin'/gleamin'/sparklin', and wind whippin'/flowin'/rushin' through your hair like a tornado/hurricane/gale. You know you'