Okay, this image came up in my head as I was taking a sweltering walk.
A bunch of custom bikes parked helter skelter along the street in the dark of night, after curfew. A bunch of biker chicks, wearing mirrored safety glasses, clustered underneath the street light with their battery powered stick blenders, making soap. There's jostling and an elbow goes out, along with "Hey, b****, get out of my light. I can't see if I have trace." (with affection) Using the heat waves radiating off the sun-baked concrete to gel. Bugs getting stuck on the soap and we'd have to get Nattynoo to change her name to Gnattynoo. Fyrja, because the graphics always find her, has to make the labels for Bad A@@ Biker Chick Soap, and I can sell my dreadful barfy roadkill soap under the name "Gnarly".
I then realized, oh. This was the thread for pagan soapers to say hello. Backtrack and rename the soap "Bad A@@ Pagan Chick Soap". Man, they'd be coming out of the woodwork!! But I wouldn't be able to sell my roadkill soap. It isn't, you know, healing enough.
Sorry I horned in on your thread, pagan fellow soapers. But seriously, why did that one person ask "Do you mean like the motorcycle gang?" Are you guys hiding something?