*dingdingdingdingding* Round 2!
The score is currently: Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan-1, Mr. Hal Ozsan-0
In this round, we'll compare pictures of our two contenders, Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Mr. Hal Ozsan on their motorcycles (or at least I'm going to assume that Mr. Hal Ozsan is the owner of the bike on which he is perched).
First up is Mr. Hal Ozsan on a Powerplant motorcycle-which means he's sitting on a custom job. He's wearing a tank top, though, which does sort of squash the biker mystique a bit. Let's go on to the picture of Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan.
This is Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan on his Harley-Davidson Night Rod Special. As a geek, I must give him extra points for the goggles because goggles are just freakin' awesome. He is also properly attired in a leather jacket and long pants, which at least offers a modicum of safety there. He is also clearly in possession of a motorcycle helmet.
This round is tough to decide. I have to give them both some props for not succumbing to the temptation of getting Ape Hangers, which seem to have become increasingly popular these days. But-oh-oh-wait a minute. What's that brown leather strap across Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan's chest? ACK! It's evidence of a murse. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! A murse? Really, Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan? I can clearly see at least two functional pockets in this picture. The only time a murse (even a leather satchel) is acceptable is if you are Mr. Indiana Jones, and you, sir, are definitely not Mr. Indiana Jones (it should be noted here that even when Mr. Indiana Jones IS the carrier of the murse, it is still considered pretty questionable).
There's only one way for this round to go. Congratulations, Mr. Hal Ozsan, you have won this round.
The author of this blog would like to, at this moment, take the opportunity to note that this excercise is purely for entertainment purposes. The whole thing, while certainly not arbitrary, is highly subjective because this is all based on my opinion. No offense intended. If you can't laugh with me or laugh at me, then just stop reading and go on home and listen to Barry Manilow ad naseum, or whatever it is people who have no senses of humor or no spirit of joy in their lives do with themselves.
In this round, we'll compare pictures of our two contenders, Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Mr. Hal Ozsan on their motorcycles (or at least I'm going to assume that Mr. Hal Ozsan is the owner of the bike on which he is perched).
First up is Mr. Hal Ozsan on a Powerplant motorcycle-which means he's sitting on a custom job. He's wearing a tank top, though, which does sort of squash the biker mystique a bit. Let's go on to the picture of Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan.
This is Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan on his Harley-Davidson Night Rod Special. As a geek, I must give him extra points for the goggles because goggles are just freakin' awesome. He is also properly attired in a leather jacket and long pants, which at least offers a modicum of safety there. He is also clearly in possession of a motorcycle helmet.
This round is tough to decide. I have to give them both some props for not succumbing to the temptation of getting Ape Hangers, which seem to have become increasingly popular these days. But-oh-oh-wait a minute. What's that brown leather strap across Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan's chest? ACK! It's evidence of a murse. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! A murse? Really, Mr. Jeffrey Dean Morgan? I can clearly see at least two functional pockets in this picture. The only time a murse (even a leather satchel) is acceptable is if you are Mr. Indiana Jones, and you, sir, are definitely not Mr. Indiana Jones (it should be noted here that even when Mr. Indiana Jones IS the carrier of the murse, it is still considered pretty questionable).
There's only one way for this round to go. Congratulations, Mr. Hal Ozsan, you have won this round.
The author of this blog would like to, at this moment, take the opportunity to note that this excercise is purely for entertainment purposes. The whole thing, while certainly not arbitrary, is highly subjective because this is all based on my opinion. No offense intended. If you can't laugh with me or laugh at me, then just stop reading and go on home and listen to Barry Manilow ad naseum, or whatever it is people who have no senses of humor or no spirit of joy in their lives do with themselves.