Monday, June 15, 2009

Yesterdays Motorcycle was a HUFFY.

Why do motorcyclists love motorcycles? I am sure it differs for most but there has to be some common threads which bind our mutual passion for riding. For me it started when I learned how to ride a bike. My parents made sure I did not get a motor bike so I substituted V-twin power with pedal power. Back then it was the freedom which I enjoyed. I grew up in rural upstate New York and the closest store was 6 miles away. My elementary school was 18 miles away and my nearest school buddy was not in walking range. My HUFFY was the only way I was going get anywhere. My bicycle equaled opportunity to do what I wanted. It gave me the freedom to travel on my own path, on my own schedule. As long as I was willing to pedal, the world was my playground. Over the years my love of bicycles transformed into a love of Motorcycles. I think for me it’s still the freedom which I enjoy most. Not really the same type of freedom as in my youth but freedom none the less.
I think I need to end this commentary with a special shout out to my old HUFFY. Thanks for the good times, without you I may not be riding my Honda today…

7 comments:

  1. Your right! Mine was a Schwinn Bananna...it was purple and I didn attach playing cards to the down tubes to get that motorcycle sound!

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  2. Chessie, Oh that sound used to be sweet music to my ears...

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  3. Rob, when yer right yer right....and yer oh so doggone right about the extremely unsanitary bathroom escapades of some ladies (and I use that term very loosely here) v. gents. Not for nuthin' but....how in the hell do these damn females piss on a toilet seat ANYWAY? I mean, what the hell are they doin' in that bathroom stall? Gymnastics from the damn ceilin' or somethin'? I never could figure that shit out. Oh, and btw.....from one NY'er to another....many thanx for scootin' by!

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  4. MeanDonnaJean- I loved your posting and rant, thanks for saying hi!!!

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  5. Your story rings a true bell...I grew up near Rouses Point NY...a small town called Lacolle...
    I used to bicycle to NY and back...in fact at the end of our street is where the US border began...but it wasn't long B4 I got a Bike and rode all over the place back and forth...all the border guards knew us... our across the street neighbors were Yanks... so we would sometimes go have supper in the US across the street at their house as they would have it across the street in Canada at our house

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  6. I am a novice at riding. Started within the last 4 months and I love it. Unfortunately I live in Oregon and will probably have to take some serious showers outside to ride much in the up-coming months. I really enjoy your blog and will have to live vicariously through you!

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