The Tourist
Banned
Recently I answered a thread on our modern high-end bikes, and in re-reading that post it sounded like a lot of kvetching. Oh, I meant every word, but there's a real solid concept behind it. Most of us would be happier living "back in the day."
During one Presidential election, people asked, "Are you better off now than you were four years ago?" And I'd like to ask that question pertaining to us and our bikes. Would you trade that helmet-free straight pipe era for a really snazzy chrome GPS and a heated seat? Of course not.
A few months ago a club patriarch asked me if I could attend a meeting. I told him I had plans for that Tuesday evening. He told me, "Don't worry, we have our meetings on Sunday afternoons now..."
Sunday afternoons? We isn't everyone riding? You mean a motorcycle club parks a real functioning bike in a parking lot to only talk about riding motorcycles on a day off from work? I don't seem to remember Captain America and Billy sitting around for two hours discussing quorums, bi-laws, new business and fixing clubhouse rain gutters.
I do see kids wearing their grandfather's old road clothes and trying to recreate that time. I saw the last of the 'golden age.' My mentors were some of the last WWII generation and founders of bike clubs we all know now. Oh, I got chewed out for being a dumb kid, got my nose broken twice, went broke, blew the front jug off a shovel, and spent far too many winters kneeling on a frozen garage floor.
You should have been there. And while I admit the bikes get faster and the girls get prettier everytime we re-tell a story, I sometimes miss the unheated crackerbox apartment and those old shovels.
Tell you a secret. I changed out my bike to a Sifton cam. Told everyone I did it for "performance." Heck, I read it had a 'longer duration,' meaning a little more overlap. I weighed 140 pounds then, and it made it easier to kick over that Super Glide. Lots of pretty girls, no electric feet...:lolrolling
During one Presidential election, people asked, "Are you better off now than you were four years ago?" And I'd like to ask that question pertaining to us and our bikes. Would you trade that helmet-free straight pipe era for a really snazzy chrome GPS and a heated seat? Of course not.
A few months ago a club patriarch asked me if I could attend a meeting. I told him I had plans for that Tuesday evening. He told me, "Don't worry, we have our meetings on Sunday afternoons now..."
Sunday afternoons? We isn't everyone riding? You mean a motorcycle club parks a real functioning bike in a parking lot to only talk about riding motorcycles on a day off from work? I don't seem to remember Captain America and Billy sitting around for two hours discussing quorums, bi-laws, new business and fixing clubhouse rain gutters.
I do see kids wearing their grandfather's old road clothes and trying to recreate that time. I saw the last of the 'golden age.' My mentors were some of the last WWII generation and founders of bike clubs we all know now. Oh, I got chewed out for being a dumb kid, got my nose broken twice, went broke, blew the front jug off a shovel, and spent far too many winters kneeling on a frozen garage floor.
You should have been there. And while I admit the bikes get faster and the girls get prettier everytime we re-tell a story, I sometimes miss the unheated crackerbox apartment and those old shovels.
Tell you a secret. I changed out my bike to a Sifton cam. Told everyone I did it for "performance." Heck, I read it had a 'longer duration,' meaning a little more overlap. I weighed 140 pounds then, and it made it easier to kick over that Super Glide. Lots of pretty girls, no electric feet...:lolrolling
