Monday, December 29, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
All I could do was swear and brace myself as the bike squarely hit the pothole. I thought only Philly had potholes capable of disabling your vehicle. But alas! I found one and hit it. At first I thought my front tire would blow and possibly bend the wheel itself. I got lucky, or so I thought, and rolled right into the gas station. It wasn't until I finished filling up that I realized the bike would not start.
My love for riding began when I was fifteen. I was working in a machine shop in Huntingdon Valley, my friend told the owner that I was 18, and I fell in with the older guys at the shop. They introduced me to the world of motorcycles. My first bike was a 1976 Kawasaki KZ 400 bought for $350. It was 1985 and that Summer I learned to ride. What I really learned was the camaraderie shared amongst other motorcyclists. The dropped left hand when you passed another motorcyclist signaled you were apart of something bigger. You stopped and help other motorcyclists when they were in trouble. So, standing there with my broken down bike at the Sunoco on Rte. 10 near Oxford, PA, I began to consider my options. In come two riders, one on a Harley FLHX, and another on a Honda Shadow. They came into the station from different directions, pulled up to different pumps and began filling their tanks. Both riders noticed me looking over my bike trying to get it started. I even tried to bump start the bike in the presence of both riders. The rider on the Harley bagger drives off not even considering helping me. Bye, thanks for nothing. The Honda rider pulls up next to me and says, "Having trouble?" Together, we systematically figure out that the ignition module came loose. Once the module was firmly seated the bike started. Afterwards, we talked about riding, I thanked Mike (What are the odds of having the same name?), and went our separate ways.
This incident really compromised my attitude towards Harley riders. Not the bike mind you just the people who ride them, and I know this does not apply to everyone, but I was riding a Harley at the time and was dissed by another Harley rider! WTF!!! Where's the brotherhood? Maybe, Harley dealers should hand out a little pamphlet, that I'm willing to write, instructing these noobs on how to be a real biker. Perhaps Harley's effort to sell more bikes has in effect brought the wrong element to the scene. Go into any Harley dealer and you'll find that most of there clothing (except the dealer t-shirts which are made in the U.S.) and some of the parts are made in China and elsewhere. Harley has perfected the illusion of the American biker and packaged it in a nice overpriced corporate bow. I mean really how much of a bad ass biker can you be wearing Harley jeans made in China? Guess I missed the real Harley motorcycle scene by 20 years. Oh, well. I'm still going to ride my Harley to honor my friend, but not buy into the hype.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
So, the election is over and a regime change is coming. Democrats won big but will this produce results needed to heal the country? Hmmm...I'm hopeful but my pessimistic view of American politics has been nurtured by years witnessing high jinks on the hill. President-Elect Obama is definitely a step in the right direction after years of Republican anti-intellectualism. My main concern now is how Obama is going to work with Pelosi and Reid? One would ask "What's the problem they're both Democrats?" That's my point. Democrats have not shown the ability to walk lock-step like Republicans, and this could lead to infighting amongst Democrats who all have their own agendas. Let's face it, a politician is a politician, and they all have an agenda. But in this time of uncertainty in the U.S., we need unity. With that said I hope Obama's message of change prevails.
Monday, June 23, 2008
I have always been allergic to cats. My reaction to their dander sends my to the hospital for an adrenaline shot in the bum. Problem is...cats love to come up to me and rub themselves all over me. Like they know they have the power to destroy me. Little assassins!
Every girl I have dated has been a cat lover. My wife loves cats and when we were dating had one. Somehow she chose me over the cat, but I wonder sometimes if she thinks she made the wrong choice? Anyway, the past two days a gray cat has camped outside our house. It is a gray male, and is very friendly. Of course, my wife thinks its lovely. I do not. Well, actually I do but will not admit it. Yes, our mouse issues would be nil, and my son would finally have the pet he always wanted if I decided to adopt it and bring it inside. However, this would mean living the rest of my life wearing a bio-hazard spacesuit. For now the cat is fine just where it is, outside.