Nostalgia, rambling in the past is about as interesting to other people as watching someone’s home movies: ‘And here is Uncle Ralph with a lamp shade on his head….’
Having said this, the reason most of us blog is that we all have a need to write, and so we troll through the attic that is our mind to possibly find something that someone else might be interested in reading.
But, occasionally we write something that is meaningful to only us, knowing from the start that other people really won’t be interested:
Two weeks ago we went to Augusta (Maine) to have our Toyota serviced, and since we were near the bike shop my wife suggested (the woman must love me, I don’t know why: she is too damn good for me) we swing by so I could price the leather motorcycle jackets on sale at off season prices.
The bike looked great; but I was blown away by the price. The Chief started at $23,000, Hell, my car cost that, and for another ten thousand you could buy a Mercedes.
Don’t get me wrong, I am very satisfied with my Honda, and owning another bike is not in my future.
|Seven thousand plus custom seats and saddlebags.|
I started riding when I was eighteen. I have owned Triumphs, Hondas, Yamahas and one Second World War vintage 45 cubic inch military Harley. I have never owned a bike more than 750 cc and I see no need for the extra displacement and weight as I don’t do long distance riding. All the extra displacement cost more money and decreases your gas mileage drastically (The big Harleys costing about the same as the Indians get mileage in the thirties – I get sixty-five mpg and can cruise comfortably at seventy with a top end over one hundred.
All these big expensive bikes are the must have for the generation that has been raised on cell phones, I-pads and internet. Many of the bikers today are yuppies with good incomes and can afford new Harley and Indians. They watch Sons of Anarchy and read Easy Rider, and act out their fantasy on the week-ends.
Don’t get me wrong, if you are on two wheels with and engine you’re a biker; but the image is false.
The original biker clubs came about after World War II when veterans got together and formed groups like the Hell’s Angles. These guys were mostly riding Triumphs, BSAs, Nortons and Royal Infields: 650cc British bikes.
It was Sonny Barger in the sixties that carried the Angles into the outlaw biker image that is so popular today.
I am fortunate to be in good physical shape and be able to still ride in my mid-seventies. But, I can’t help but chuckle when I pull into a restaurant on my bike and see some young gun with a shiny new ride wearing a tea shirt that says: IF IT AIN'T HARLEY IT AIN'T SHIT. He bought the shirt and bought the bike; but he has year to go to earn the creds.
Do not go gently into that good night.
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.