Sometimes I feel the Reagan administration had truly arrived when Real Men Don't Eat Quiche was published.
Of course, Bruce Feirstein wrote it tongue-in-cheek. (After all, a real man never would have written such a book, right?) It spawned all sorts of "real men don't" and "real men do" lists.
So what does--or doesn't--a "real" man ride?
Far be it from me to tell you what a "real" man needs, or doesn't, need. While "real" men might not need motors, more than a few dudes I know absolutely revere pistons.
(Tell me "I'm in Love With My Car" isn't a masturbation song.)
Now, I will state with absolute certainty that the sentiment expressed on the T-shirt is right. Moreover (Would a "real" man ever use such a word?), I can tell you, with absolute certainty, that real men ride steel frames.
As if I know about "real" men....
