posted on May, 4 2012 @ 09:31 PM
I ride my own 1200 custom sport, 97#... When you ride...a lot like I do that bike becomes a part of your soul. When I've been riding all day it's
like the bike takes over and takes me home.
The brothers and sisters I've met along the way, it's like we've known each other forever. Over oceans I've met family. Especially those bald
hunks from Austria ....;0). I had a race car driver that rode and spotted me stuck w/ a battery cable needing replaced. He went and got the cable and
his tools, fixed it and wanted nothing!!!!!! That hardly ever happens to me. Most people that I meet seems they want more then the service or
situation warrants. This guy took time out of his day to help me. That's part of the brotherhood. We take care of each other whether we know each
other personally or not.
My bike doesn't take a lot of money from me as long as I take care of her.
It's nice to see bike and owner finding each other again. Every year I take the tarp off my bike the feeling of starting her up...it's something you
cannot explain. I can't imagine the emotions of this guy once he sits on her. I'm sure she won't start "......right away, but just laying his
hands on her again. They both have been threw a lot!
Side note: if your not handi-cap...you have absolutely no business trailering your bike to Sturgis or any other rally and do NOT get me started on the
bus's w/ the trailers. I don't care what type of bike you own....JUST RIDE IT! lol
Not trailers lol
And remember....always look out for us ass-holes...it hurts when you hit us