Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Forever Two Wheels
I remember even when I was younger than 9 they made this plastic contraption for bicycles that you would mount to your bike with this crappy fake throttle and you could control it to emit sounds of a real motorcycle. I would ride around like a maniac and use my imagination to make myself believe I was on a real motorcycle. Of course, even at an earlier age we would use baseball cards to try to re-create that sound in our spokes.
I would ride all over the place and we would ride with no helmet or pads. My friends and I, at a young age, we where always on two wheels. Tail whipping things in peoples yards. Chairs, flags, whatever we deemed cool enough to destroy. We'd garbage dive for old playboys, build custom BMX bikes, drink Pepsi with real sugar in it, set bags of shit on fire, and make illegal forts in the woods. We where full of energy and could make use of it at our disposal. No one was on prescription anti-hyper active pills.....we burned it all off. From the age of 10 I was barely home.....I was out on my "bike".
My parents where cool enough to cave in and buy me a mini bike and eventually a 1974 Yamaha RD60 when I was in 8th grade that I found in the Trading Times for $200. Even though I didn't know it then, the motorcycle bug was already in my head. I would ride around in circles in our culdesac for hours and sometimes venture out into the street and ride around the block at full throttle which would normally make the neighbors call the cops.
I went out yesterday for a nice long ride with my friends.My kid is two weeks old now so "free time" is more valuable than anything else as the riding season comes to an inevitable end. By the time the day was over I was entering the highway alone. Its a straight 30 mile blast until my exit and usually entails a certain type of aggressive riding style since you are competing with highway drivers. I felt like I was doing 90mph as I clicked into 6th gear. Cars where standing still as I raced passed. Everyone of them on their cell phones, caught up in whatever was more important at that moment in time. Facebook, Instagram, texting, email, etc. The Zombie Apocalypse has already began and we haven't even noticed.
This one of the many reasons I love to ride a motorcycle. I can turn off my phone, hop on my bike with my friends, and have a certain sense of no responsibilities for a short period of time....just like how it was back in 1988.
Don't be a Zombie. Find your own fountain of youth and ride a motorcycle!!!
Forever two wheels!!!!!!!!!!!