Feed him enough booze or mind-expanding botanicals and eventually even the surliest biker will own up to at least one mancrush from his days in the saddle. There's something about the shared experience of hard times on the highway that bonds men together. One dude and two girls I know who shall remain nameless have told me all about their love for the subject of this month's 21 interview. I too have felt the healing power of Rouser Rob's magic, so I understand their infatuation. Everyone who has met the wizard from Corpitos, Texas, will tell you this lovable builder and bikerider exudes the kind of energy that lights up a room. Or a joint. With Rouser Rob, you never know.

Name: Robert J. Galan

Age: 35

Business: Rouser Works, a.k.a. Trouser Works (Editor's note: presently defunct so its owner can See The World)

Hometown: Corpitos, Tejas

Coworkers: None, and there is a reason. According to my old friend Chevo, "I'm just too spaced out." It's always the same complaints or questions when I work for a shop. "You're too slow." "What do you mean you'll be in Mexico for 3 weeks?" "How come money doesn't motivate you?" "What the hell does the moon have to do with your lunch break?"

Riding buddies: I got a couple here in Corpitos. One is a straight-laced government worker that can't leave his motos alone and is on a constant freakout. Then there is a free-spirited metro-chopper-sexual guy that is always a hit with the ladies. These two are great to be around. One reminds me where I'm headed and the other helps me remember the good times past

First time on two wheels: The first time I got on two wheels was with my Uncle Bob. Hhad a '70s Honda: big fairing, thick seat, all kinds of bullshit all over the place. After what seemed like a six-hour session of mowing his property on a slow riding mower, he took me into town to get a 1/2 gallon of my first addiction: ice cream. I’ll never forget that ride. I was super scared, we were flying down those country roads at what felt like 100 miles per hour, and I'm sure my uncle was high as a kite

First hand-built motorcycle: TFL. Sure I helped in a few other builds before this one, but TFL was mine, out of my brain, with my fuckups. This moto was and still is my personal R&D machine. If a part or idea can stand up to my abuse and stupidity, then it gets the green light for future use

Earliest two-wheeled adventure: I clearly remember trying to avoid my Dad's hand of fury as he was driving his car and flailing his right arm behind him in an effort to control my brother's and my excitement, coupled with fear and wonder coming from the back seat of his Tornado. or was it a Cutlass? He yelled, "DON'T LOOK AT THEM!" We couldn't resist the sound, sight, and emotion generated by the motorcycles outside our window. There it was, the pivotal moment in my life that left an invisible code for my brain to compute at a later date that would take me down my current path. Thanks Dad!

Most recent two-wheeled adventure: EDR 2011, the two wheels part wasn't so much the adventure as was the 10 hours I spent blowing up Rubens toilet! Never eat shredded beef with fly larva

Current stable of bikes and projects: TFL 3.9, KTM 200XC-W, '02 Buell X1 and an old Boss Hogg 24" cruiser with shitty one-piece cranks

Tool I wish I had but don't: A high-powered telescope, probably a reflector type. And I mean super high powered, I want to see those purple gasses in the nebula that are out there, I've seen them before and would like to do so again. Astronomy has always been something I've been into. The wonder of space and its contents can keep me occupied for hours

Tool I have but wish I didn't: My IT machine, aka the "Time Waster." Yes it's useful in so many ways, but damn—how long can I play solitare or search Craigslist for the elusive deal on an XR400 or ragged-out Buell?

Heaven on Earth: A desolate beach with a good waist- to chest-high wave, add a 9-foot longboard, a sack of the Devil's Lawn, and an ice chest stocked with sweet tea and tasty treats. I've been there before (minus the ice chest), and I'll be there again

Proudest moment: Surviving Y2K. I was loaded up: gas, food, guns, ammo, weed, 'shrooms, and batteries in Big Bend on the river crossing over to Boquias, Mexico. Not a damn thing happened, good thing, 'cause I was trippin out!

Darkest secret: I like watching animals fuck. The bigger the animal, the greater the excitement level! Dog's just don't cut it for me anymore, it's the horses and cows that really get me fired up

Deepest fear: Aliens. This is a serious answer

Biggest regret: None. As soon as you have one, it’s over. I can't say a mistake equals a regret; we learn from our mistakes but most of us spiral downward due to regrets. So I say no regrets, ever

Reason for being: To make it to the end. I believe it's headed this way; I just want to make the full pull before the buzzer sounds

If I lost my right arm: That would be a sad day. But things always get better. Let's get all Terminator up in here! Sign me up for the bionic treatment, I couldn't go without the everyday doings my arms afford me. What a horrible question!

Thanks: Joe from Central Texas H-D, for letting me in. And to Bob Bailey from Vail, Colorado. Thanks for passing on your knowledge. I love you Mom!