As I lay there on the doctor's couch, I felt much better after getting
it all out. True, there had been some minor tears, but the doctor
pretended he didn't see them. I had just finished confessing to
Dr. Zundapp that I've owned six motorcycles and I have yet to name
a one of them. Not one. It seems that most of the other bikers who
ride long distances, seem to have an affectionate name for their
"iron stallions" but not me.
Back in 1968 I was sitting in my neighbor’s living room, in a duplex
he rented for a $100 a month, talking with a bunch of my friends.
Sitting around the room were a goodly number of “non-conformists”
as we hippy types were affectionately known in those days. More....
Memories of Motorcycles Past
For those of you who have owned more than one motorcycle or who
have been involved with riding for several years, or who have taken
grief from your friends, family, and co-workers about how dangerous
your hobby is, do you ever wonder how it ever got this crazy? More...
If you are around motorcyclist for any length of time, the topic
will eventually turn to “The Wave.” “Those guys didn’t wave” or
“Those guys waved and I didn’t expect them too,” etc. Since I seem
to have an opinion about most everything else I might as well put
my two-cents in on this one as well. More...
Why I Ride
Have you ever been driving down the road in your two-ton car/truck/SUV,
etc., and break into an uncontrollable grin just for the shear pleasure
of being in a car? No? Me neither….but I have, many times, while
riding my motorcycle. More...
How many of my motorcycle lovin’ friends out there have been awakened
in the middle of a very sound sleep, maybe even after you’ve just
counted that 10,000th sheep in a desperate attempt to nod off, by
John Q. Asshole who is winding up his trusty V-twin with aftermarket
pipes, as he flies down the street in front of your three-bedroom
mortgage payment at two in the morning? More...
I’ve ridden motorcycles for quite a while but there was a space
approaching 20 years when I didn’t own one of my own. Unfortunately,
I found myself in the position of depending on the “kindness of
strangers” for my infrequent two-wheel fix. More...
It’s the Ride, Not the Destination… Isn’t It????
It was one of those crisp, sunny mornings in spring and I could
hear my Goldwing begging me to take him out for a ride. But where
to? Then I thought about the cliché we riders recite when we are
talking to riders and non-riders alike, “It’s the ride, not the
destination that counts.” More...