"I hate weekend Harley riders. They get all Harleyed up and go out in all their gear, then go down the road to café Cuntybollocks on the King's Road. None of them can pull pussy for love nor money." Savage is possibly one of the few Harley riders in London who can talk like this - this summer he rode to Malaga and back, 3,000 miles, mostly wearing his underpants and a pair of dark glasses. "Everyone dreams of having E-Types, or Aston Martins, but they can't use them every day. I can." Every day it's parked outside his fashion shop in Newburgh Street in London's Soho. "I hate the whole sports bike look - all done up in leathers. They must have the sweatiest bollocks in Europe. I just sit there in my kecks and do 700 miles a day."
