When I was about 10-11 some guy showed up for a family party on a Goldwing. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. I remember my father taking it for a ride. He was the smoothest rider I have ever seen! Of course, my mother was PO'd at him. I come from a VERY Italian/large family. There are 11 of us kids and my mother didn't appreciate it. I, however, was mesmerized.
One of my favorite sat/sun programs around that time was Captain America. I loved that bike! So was CHIPS. Loved those bikes too!
around that time I found a picture of my father in a Zoot suit sitting on a motorcycle. It was a sears and robuck Puch. kind of looks like a Honda dream from the sixties. He also used tell us stories of his Servi-car. I am one of the younger kids so I don't remember it but when he owned a gas station he used to do house calls.
He'd drive to your house and fix your car. if he needed anything that the Servi-car wouldn't carry then he'd hook his servi-car to your back bumper and tow it back to the shop. He also used to tell us about the Gypsy runs that he went on with the servi-car. He claims that back then he could ride absolutely ANY bike he wanted in the group because everyone wanted a crack at riding his servi-car.
I used to spend every cent I had on motorcycle magazines and peddling to the other side of town to stare at the bikes at the local dealership. I even gathered up my baseball cards and tried to have a yard sale to try to buy one on my own. no go.
Finaly, my mother compromised with letting Dad get us a 4-wheeler. Don't tell her but my brothers and I pulled the same thing dad did. As soon as we where out of site, we'd change off with our 2 wheeling friends.
I only rode a few times from that time up until 11 years ago.
I almost kicked the bucket when I found out that I had a tumor in my right ear. It was extremely close to the brain and it was a close call. While feeling sorry for myself and re-cooperating I started to buy motorcycle magazines again and it just took off from there.
I took a class. scored a perfect score. found a CHERRY and almost mint 1973 cb750 and rode the crap out of it. One thing I learned pretty quick is that you can get a perfect score on the riding test but that don't mean nothin'.
I've had a couple bikes since then and can't really imagine NOT having one. I hope that I can be man enough like my dad to set aside such a passion for my family (if I end up having one) but I'm not sure I could.
anyway, I posted this before and I think it's cool. I read it in local biker circular this year.
"Why do I ride a motorcycle? Because cars lie to us. They give us a false sense of security and tell us we are safe. Motorcycles are honest. They let us know how small we really are and at times will remind us that we're go'n a little too fast for our own good."