The SGs
We combine great Southern rides, obscure literary & musical references, and loads of laughter into a very serious pastime. Although not exactly menacing, we could be mistaken for devil-may-care on a good day.
We reckon we provide an option for introverted, bookish types who have led a rich inner life thus far...but now want to feel the narcotic effects of scenery speeding by astride a tear-inducing powerful, beautiful machine (even if you're enroute to the local library book sale).
Characteristics of The Southern Gothics
The SGs > has been known to employ a tailor to shorten the arms of a mesh jacket and add brass buttons to accentuate the gas tank
The SGs > plans runs based on breathtaking historical views, unique horticulture, and genre-breaking architecture
The SGs > will ride with the Devil all night (unless there's an important PowerPoint presentation to give at company HQ the next morning)
The SGs > rides the finest (mostly British) machines financed with a sensible interest rate to preserve cash flow
The SGs > reads authors like Miller, Faulkner, O'Connor, and Baudelaire
The SGs > jacket patch designed to conjure up a love for cats, Southern Gothic lit, and a prowlin' enthusiasm for wandering aimlessly
The SGs > rewards members for good deeds with pins emulating Boo Radley's gifts to Scout and Jem left in the tree
The SGs > only street cred: one member spent one night in jail one time
The SGs > allows any rider to join as long as they can pledge their love for our loves and can pay for lattes and beers every once in a while
The SGs > rides like a screaming revenant in the wind (unless they're in a school zone or carrying Dostoevsky tomes in their messenger bag)
The SGs > strange, beautiful women run to them when parked (but only to ask for directions)
The SGs > frets over moustache & goatee looking way too "Anton LaVey" and not enough "Sir Francis Drake"
The SGs > so sensitive, a rose petal errantly brushed across a cheek may cause them to pull over and discuss the metaphorical significance
The SGs > ornery when their new diamond-stitch seat doesn't have that dirtbag chic aesthetic as originally envisioned
The SGs > are decaying, ornate, gilt stairs going nowhere in an abandoned MS antebellum mansion - once glorious, now, an existential metaphor