In my days at public schools we had 'woodshop' and 'autoshop' classes where we learned how to do manly things that could later in life earn a decent income, provide a gratitfying hobby or even save a life. Instead today, public schools teach hatred of the dead white men who built this nation, how to put condoms on bananas (whoever heard of a banana having sex?) and that God is dead.

Here at the Arizona Game & Fish managed  Ben Avery  gun range they have a hell of a turn-out considering this photo was taken on a Wednesday early afternoon. If you're looking to tune up your shootin' skills go ahead and visit the range just 1/4 mile west of the I-17 on the Carefree Highway, i.e., State Route 74.

Here we see a weekend tough-guy on his loud-ass Harley Davidson, his bald pate shining, his legs spread like he's on a gynocologist's table, his arms up like he's swinging like an ape, and of course his blue-tooth cell phone in his ear. With this set-up his 500 pound turd-cycle, (making more screams than an Allied Waste garbage truck at full-throttle compacting a passed-out bum in its crusher-unit), is no more maneuverable than a Jazzy Select GT Power Chair in a Circle K aisle packed with illegal aliens wearing fluorescent green sweatshirts, stuffed full of stolen beef jerkey. In other words, he's gonna crash. But the good news is, the brain surgeon won't have to shave his head.