They do it ’cause it’s good for the body.
They do it ’cause it's good for the mind.
They do it ’cause it’s good for the environment.
Or simply ’cause they’re poor.
Doesn’t really matter, though. The point of riding the bike is to get your mustache blown by the wind, and no Benz no Porsche can do it. Let’s say it's the first step on the mustache hierarchy towards reaching the chopper status.
Ladies and gentleman, here's our friday salute to the hairy riders.