explain this one to me...

if you owned a multi-billion dollar corporation that prided itself on making motorcycles for tough guys, clothing for tough guys, black doo-rags, black fingerless gloves, flame paintjobs, fat rear tires, big horsepower stroker motors, skull emblems, black leather vests, engineer boots, and all the other stuff that is supposed to be hardcore, for the hardcore bikers....... why the HELL AM I LISTENING TO MELISSA ETHERIDGE IN A DEALERSHIP?!?!?! whos the music consultant at harley davidson? hammer? this is terrible.