Why a motorcycle?
For about 6 months I had been looking for something to do in the evening time after work. Something more tangible than reading, writing or singing. Felt like I needed something that I could “work on”, maybe something more mechanical. Thought about a boat, motor home, airplane, old car, but, none of these things caught on. I had a boat years earlier and had fun with it. How many times would I use a boat? Maybe 12 times a year? Airplane … simply too expensive. Every time I drove by a motor home storage facility I’d see all these motor homes that looked liked they never get used, that was out. An old car to fix up? Then I would go to car shows and stand around with all the other guys and stare at the wonderful cars … nope, not for me.
Sitting at a stop light a motorcycle pulled up next to me. One look over at the guy on his motorcycle … that was it! Decided right then and there I would get a motorcycle! A motorcycle would be something I could ride all the time. It would be in my garage (so I thought) … all I would need to do is come home, get the key, hop on and go … it would be that easy (so I thought).
When I arrived home I “shared” with my wife that I was going to buy a motorcycle. Initial response from my wife was, “no you’re not”. It wasn’t like a loud “NO YOU’RE NOT!”, it was more like “are you nuts?” kind of a response. When you’ve been married as long as I have … you know the difference … there was definitely some wiggle room in her response. I simply responded with, “well, I think I am”. After some discussion she relented and said “well, maybe”. At that point I knew it was going to happen!
Now I needed to do some research as to what brand, style, size of bike to get.
Day 2 ….. to the local Harley shop!