It has stopped snowing here today. There is plenty of it on the ground though. As I stand here looking at the road in front of my house covered in a blanket of white, I am longing for the time when I can ride my #motorcycle again. It won’t be long now. Everyday that passes is another day closer to warmer weather.
What makes a man want to ride a motorcycle? For me, it was the “cool factor.” It was the feeling of freedom, and independence. It was because of the successful branding of a company called #harley davidson. They are not even the top selling company I don’t think. They have managed to get their name among the icons of success though.
In the old days, a successful man wore distinct items of clothing. He had an expensive watch, a tailor made suit, he might have smoked a cigar and drove a Cadillac. Not all of those things were “cool” though to me.
I wanted to be cool like my father. When I was 7or eight years old, a man visited me one summer day that rode in on a motorcycle. I learned soon after that this man was my father. He cautiously rode down the dirt and loam road to my grandmother’s farm located off the main road near the border of Virginia and North Carolina. His chopped #honda 750 twinkled in the sun as light bounced off the metal flake emerald green paint on the gas tank and chrome.
When the man, took off his black-framed Ray Bans with the dark green lenses, I noticed eyes and a smile that looked like mine. He was my biological father although I was officially told this until a few years later. People were funny about that sort of thing back then. He was my definition of cool.
When I was 19, living on base in Camp Pendleton, CA I bought my first motorcycle. Is used it for college and to stay out of trouble as I had in high school when I rode a Honda 350 to school when the weather permitted. #motorcycles are economical transportation. For a single guy trying to be responsible it gave me the excuse not to drink or do drugs because I had to “operate” my machine. It kept me from the peer pressure of driving with a bunch of rowdy folks and allowed me the peace to be me.
Despite the noise of some and the stereotypes, motorcycling is about peace to me—peace of mind.
I’ve managed to always have a motorcycle I could climb onto and ride. It always gave me a time of solitude and reflection. I assume it is like riding a horse on a trail for those that ride. There was a time when I sold two motorcycles I had when I thought that a “good father” didn’t ride but I was wrong about that. Mark 7:15 of the Holy Bible says,
There is nothing outside the man, which can defile him if it goes into him; but the things which proceed out of the man are what defile the man.
I believe that. I was concerned back then that I would repeat the drama I grew up with as a father when it was my turn but have learned that we all have a choice. You can do what is right at any time.
I love motorcycles. I love the community and camaraderie that is of the “biker”. Harley Davidson has mastered that brand. I think their clothing lines make more money than the sale of their bikes. I remember buying a jacket before I bought my first Harley. I have had several brands, Honda, #yamaha, #suzuki, and now Harleys. I even flirted with the idea of getting a Victory after the staunch recommendation by a new friend R. Lee Ermey. Harleys has successfully connected their named to Americana. There are other bikes that are made in the USA but you can’t beat that position.
Looking out the window now and I think the snow is taking a break. I hope for a few days. I just got word that my #new book has been released on Amazon.com and I am so excited. ##black man with a gun: reloaded is a story of my life as a gun rights activist, father, parent, preacher and spy combined with what I know about the firearms world that I wanted to share. As I stand here looking at the snow and dreaming, I hope it becomes a best seller. If it sold over a million copies what would I do?
I’d spoil my family. I’d pay off my mortgage. I’d pay my sons’ college debt and I’d get a new Harley. Think I’ll ride up there right now while the traffic is light and the roads are empty.
I got to the Harley dealership and was in a place of eye candy, shiny stuff and chrome. I think I’d get the 2014 limited if I had my way. And if money were no object I might even get the CVO edition.
It only cost about $30,000. That is about 2x the cost of my last bike that I bought in 2005. That is the price of a car. It’s a status symbol. It would be a prize. It would be like a trophy wife, a Rolex or smoking a contraband cigar. This bike is all that and a bag of nachos. It’s good to dream. This bike has twin cooled Cams, and is 1690 cc’s or 103 cubic inches. It has a six-gallon tank and a radio system you’d see on a Mercedes. The lights have been upgraded to LED and the gauges have been modernized as well in comparison to what I am use to.
I brought my son with me but he doesn’t go all starry eyed like I do here. He doesn’t follow my love for motorcycles and that is ok. I did break the family curse with him and have been with him all of his 22 years. He thinks I am cool without the bike. That alone is worth celebrating.
Running Down A Dream (cover) – Bones Hooks