I got into a bit of a discussion about motorcycle enthusiasts the other day. It started with me ranting about certain news events. I was really surprised at the venom directed towards "bikers."
I'm not a fan of biker gangs.
I've known people involved in the 1%.
I wouldn't even buy the same type of jacket.
I don't even aspire to the $30,000 Harley owners club of middle aged white guys who wear $6,000 worth of leather and pretend to be tough.
I'm not much into the twitchy bike crowd either. Don't like setting with my bottom up in the air. Makes me a bit on edge.
Still, motorcyclists are all about image. You see them checking out their reflections in the shop windows.
I have been trying to identify the theme music playing in my head as a moderately terrorize the neighbor hood with my glass packs on the ratty old Triumph.
I think it is banjo music, but now I have a Honda and a Triumph so perhaps it is dueling banjos or perhaps slightly out of tune Japanese Electric Guitars which were purchased at thrift shops.
I probably should just embrace my folly. I do enjoy myself...
Perhaps I should start my own brand. The .00001 percenters. The percentage of motorcycle enthusiasts that know they are dorks and don't really care all that much...
Here I am in all my motorcycle badness. I think I am Gary Nixon but am really Herman's Hermits.
Note the slight belly, poor muscle definition, male pattern baldness, uncool leather jacket.
I notice you cropped out the trailer hitch that you have connected to the plow. I wish I healed fast enough to get back on a bike.
ReplyDeleteGrace and peace.
Well it is haying season
DeleteI would like a bike. My wife doesn't like that idea. She says I can if I buy life insurance. She knows I hate the insurance business. So it is a stalemate. (you didn't hear that from me & it was an unintentional pun). Perhaps I will build one.I will call it a harumph
ReplyDeletei think you should get a Royal Enfield! We could form a gang. The .0001 percenters... really make random strangers feel slightly nervous!
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ReplyDeletei think you should get a Royal Enfield! We could form a gang. The .0001 percenters... really make random strangers feel slightly nervous!
DeleteWhy are my comments posting twice?
ReplyDeletedon't see a problem
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DeleteI don't like bikers, myself, but I'm refering to the spandex kind who pedal their steeds.
ReplyDeleteI think we have covered that topic a couple times. But I suspect we have similar views...
Deleteyou are the coolest person i know. you should totally start a band. my hubs has a motorcycle. it's been in the garage for going on 3 years. i've never said a word about it. he used to ask if i wanted to go for a ride and i'd just shrug and say no. so he kind of forgot about being a biker. but the band...you should really look into that.
ReplyDeleteMe and coolness are two different topics. Your fine and upstanding husband should dust off the bike and go for a ride. It is not necessary to have a passenger. Said the dog to the flea.
DeleteBut I digress...
In fact I completely forgot where I was going with that. I went from motorcycles to the lyric, "shall we walk or take the dog," which was totally random and I don't know where it came from and then i'm on to "just a walkin' the dog" but I was talking about motorcycles and now I'm just confused.
Whatever...
dude. where are you? are you trapped under something heavy? please report in. i need an tractor part update and hilarious remarks about vintners in short pants.
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