What do “Easy Rider” “The Motorcycle Diaries” and “Sons of Anarchy” all have in common? They all go out of their way to show how much fun it is to hit the road on a motorcycle while failing to mention the extent to which your entire body aches when you get off of that growling, roaring beast a few hours later. From the unrelenting vibrating to the constant hand gripping to the immobile legs, riding a bike hurts even when you don’t fall. But relief for road-weary riders is just a 102-degree box of hot water away.

If you own a bike, you should own a spa. Period.

Tearing up the highway tears up your body, and when you get home, there is simply no better way to soothe and heal the beleaguered biker than with a soak in a spa. The hot water releases tension built up from long rides. The powerful jets unkink cramped muscles while relieving inflammation and tightness. The powerful, relaxing, meditative effect of hydrotherapy rejuvenates the mind, soul and wind-burned skin. They say that you don’t get out of a hot tub the same way you get in — and this is never more true than it is for the exclusive tribe of thrill seekers who prefer to pass the miles on two wheels instead of four.

Every show or movie that features bikers makes sure to give an intimate peek inside their clubhouse.

Every clubhouse shares a few features. They all have a pool table. They all have a bar. They all have a shady room in the back where they hold “church” meetings where the newbies and hang-around guys aren’t allowed. But none of them ever have spas. Maybe they should. Maybe if the movies showed a bunch of brawny, bearded, scarred-up dudes unwinding in a hot tub after Sturgis, real-world bikers would realize the undeniable connection between Harleys and hot tubs.