Potato-potato-potato. Rolling into town in your doo rag, assless leather chaps and your gigantic, vibrating noise maker, you think people see a rebel, you think people see someone not to be messed with. You think people see the living embodiment of rock and roll. Really, they just see a middle-aged man trying too hard. Something reformed pervert Pee-wee Herman perfectly captured when he visited Sturgis. Potato-potato-potato.
Thanks for the tip, Mark.