10-09-2017, 12:55 AM
From the time I was 20 motorcycles were my passion and my social life. In the 60s I built a café racer from the ground up. In the late 70s took a 1972 BSA Lightning completely apart and restored it. In the early 80s was the president of a 150 member Touring Club. But later when my wife lost interest in motorcycling and I became involved in beer league sports, I stopped riding after 23 years in the saddle. Life's priorities change.
For 25 years I never gave motorcycling a thought. But after attending a vintage motorcycle rally with a friend, the buzz came back. Bought a Honda CB500XA for my 68th birthday and put 33,000 kilometers on it over 3 summers.
As my wife was not interested in motorcycling and all the biker friends I had known decades ago had stopped riding, I became a lone wolf. I do chew the fat with other bikers when stopped for gas or food, but prefer to ride alone.
Once a week I ride the back roads from 8 in the morning to 5 at night. While I still sweep through the corners, I really find getting away from the city therapeutic. The smell of the pine forests, sparkle of the sun on pristine lakes, and ever changing scenery just fill a void and put me at ease.
For 25 years I never gave motorcycling a thought. But after attending a vintage motorcycle rally with a friend, the buzz came back. Bought a Honda CB500XA for my 68th birthday and put 33,000 kilometers on it over 3 summers.
As my wife was not interested in motorcycling and all the biker friends I had known decades ago had stopped riding, I became a lone wolf. I do chew the fat with other bikers when stopped for gas or food, but prefer to ride alone.
Once a week I ride the back roads from 8 in the morning to 5 at night. While I still sweep through the corners, I really find getting away from the city therapeutic. The smell of the pine forests, sparkle of the sun on pristine lakes, and ever changing scenery just fill a void and put me at ease.