All the love in the world has just run out...
All the love in the world has just run out…
It’s hard to describe the draining feeling of having your precious pride and joy
breakdown on the side of the road, alone. Feels like all the love in the world for you
has just run out…
Last year I spent more time on the side of freeways than a Cal-Trans worker spends in
his entire career. Literally every ride I would suit up, head out and break down. I
started my own group of one, and held my meeting on the roadside.
This exclusive club has many initiations; spitting, swearing, kicking bikes and throwing
them to the ground, staring at traffic, burning leg on exhausts, burning knuckles on
exhaust, and my personal favorite is the “how far can you push your bike contest”.
I pledged for the group back in the 1980’s, when on a cold dark evening a Cadillac
forced me into a guardrail at 80mph. Luckily for me I was so juiced up that I managed
to give my bike the attention it deserved and we crawled home. Heck the group was
so impressed they made me President, right before I went into the hospital.
This group has no name, because everybody knows who you are. When you’re
pledging for it you will know and most often feel it. Hell, I wasn’t even interested at the
time to prospect for a club; I was too independent and could hardly get along with
myself. But it found me and dragged me in.
While membership has its privileges in most groups, this group has none. Unless you
consider freezing your gonads off on the side of a road a privilege. Personally I’d
rather be banging a hot stripper like spider-monkey on crack.
I hope you enjoyed this article and would like to thank all the cars, trucks, bikes, and
other individuals who passed me by. Without them I wouldn’t be the Biker I am today.
Special thanks to the driver of the Cadillac that nearly killed me, without you life could
have been all shits and giggles.
A few tips I would pass on would be:
• Pull over to the right shoulder, so you don’t have to push your bike across traffic.
• Always carry a charged cell phone, with emergency numbers ready.
• Leave well hydrated, because you don’t know when your next drink is coming.
• Ride with a group or buddy.
• Have an extra $100 on hand for a tow.
• Always fill up with extra fuel.
• Carry your Dealers contact info & get to personally know your mechanics.
• Weekends are generally bad for your Dealer to give you tow or service.
• Lots of insurance!!
• Buy the best and buy it once.
It’s hard to describe the draining feeling of having your precious pride and joy
breakdown on the side of the road, alone. Feels like all the love in the world for you
has just run out…
Last year I spent more time on the side of freeways than a Cal-Trans worker spends in
his entire career. Literally every ride I would suit up, head out and break down. I
started my own group of one, and held my meeting on the roadside.
This exclusive club has many initiations; spitting, swearing, kicking bikes and throwing
them to the ground, staring at traffic, burning leg on exhausts, burning knuckles on
exhaust, and my personal favorite is the “how far can you push your bike contest”.
I pledged for the group back in the 1980’s, when on a cold dark evening a Cadillac
forced me into a guardrail at 80mph. Luckily for me I was so juiced up that I managed
to give my bike the attention it deserved and we crawled home. Heck the group was
so impressed they made me President, right before I went into the hospital.
This group has no name, because everybody knows who you are. When you’re
pledging for it you will know and most often feel it. Hell, I wasn’t even interested at the
time to prospect for a club; I was too independent and could hardly get along with
myself. But it found me and dragged me in.
While membership has its privileges in most groups, this group has none. Unless you
consider freezing your gonads off on the side of a road a privilege. Personally I’d
rather be banging a hot stripper like spider-monkey on crack.
I hope you enjoyed this article and would like to thank all the cars, trucks, bikes, and
other individuals who passed me by. Without them I wouldn’t be the Biker I am today.
Special thanks to the driver of the Cadillac that nearly killed me, without you life could
have been all shits and giggles.
A few tips I would pass on would be:
• Pull over to the right shoulder, so you don’t have to push your bike across traffic.
• Always carry a charged cell phone, with emergency numbers ready.
• Leave well hydrated, because you don’t know when your next drink is coming.
• Ride with a group or buddy.
• Have an extra $100 on hand for a tow.
• Always fill up with extra fuel.
• Carry your Dealers contact info & get to personally know your mechanics.
• Weekends are generally bad for your Dealer to give you tow or service.
• Lots of insurance!!
• Buy the best and buy it once.
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