We all had heroes growing up. They run the gamut from Superman to Hopalong Cassidy for most. Loud mouth do-gooders if you ask me. I had no use for them. Mine were cut from a different mold.
My favorite was an under the radar kind of fella' most times, but hell's own ass whoopin' when aroused, and though troubled somewhat by his base nature it was not troublesome to the extent that it would cause him to refrain from indulging it. Let the big dog eat!
The Ghostrider movie is in production and he has a bitchin' bike.