Just what the internet needs, yet another blogger talking about, well, himself. Right? But here is one that may just be worth checking out. A few weeks ago, the blog Bikes and Buddies: Stories of Motorcycles, Friends, Family and the Open Road, was brought to my attention. It's a fairly new addition to the world wide web, an infrequently published series of stories (thus far) about riding motorcycles and all that goes with it.
The author, a Pennsylvania native and Bay Area transplant, has been riding motorcycles on and off road for thrity decades or so. And as you expect, anyone who has been riding that long has some good stories to tell. And, of course, a few nuggets of wisdom. A few gems from his first post include, "A highway patrol officer drove right past her on his cell phone laughing, maybe about the fact that as a cop he did not need to follow the law." And my personal favorite, "A lifted Chevy Suburban with mud tires and a Harley-Davidson sticker in the back window cut me off, reminding me of one of the great truths in life: Huge trucks with Harley stickers are typically driven by folks who do not own a motorcycle and behave like they have something to prove." This second one reminded me of so many infuriating interactions with HD-clad folks who don't actually ride. One such time, I was five hours into a solo trip from Orange County to Oregon when I got stranded in the desert and forced to walk with all my gear (including two weeks worth of clothes, etc) through scorching heat to a gas station. There, I was relieved to encounter a huge lifted Chevy truck sporting no fewer than three Harley stickers. I approached the driver, told him my Hog had broken down, and asked for a lift — in any direction, to anywhere I could catch a bus or get a hotel for the night. He told me to kick rocks. My response — "I guess it's whole lot cheaper to buy the stickers than the bike, huh?" His profanity-laden response was unpleasant to say the least. But after sweating in the desert sun for two hours, I couldn't give a darn.
Another blog post in "Bikes and Buddies" is a well-told tale of kids in good old PA daring each other into idiocy (and of course minor injury) on dirt bikes. Ahhh, the good old days. So if you have a few minutes, check it out. If you've been riding for years, and especially if you've been riding since you were too young to have a driver's license, it's a particularly fun read.