Monday, February 9, 2009
I Think It Is High Time I Rode (Like the Demon That Drives My Dreams)
I miss my motorcycle. I miss my little scooter. I miss anything that moves on two wheels. The old Suzuki I had in college is long gone, but I really wish I had held onto that bike. It was a great one, and I have the energy and motivation now to really fix it up. I also have the sense to ride it, which I didn't really have then. I even took advantage of the lack of helmet laws in Ohio, which was dumb. Helmets are good.
I have less love for my little 50cc scooter, and I don't really wish for that back. I'd happily trade it for a bigger scooter, however. I really like scooters, though, and in that hypothetical future where I can afford it, I will have a nice one.
My true love is for motorcycles. I dream of a nice Harley, especially a Softail. The hidden suspension just cheers me up every time I see it. There is even a Night Train model that is made by Harley. And I could, of course, sing the haunting John Carradine song from the "Red Zone Cuba" while I cruise the byways of the country.
I have a special place in my heart for the post-WWII cafe racers, as well.Not that I want to race up and down post war Europe, fun as that sounds. But the look of them, and the cobbled together feel...I like that a lot. They did run from town to town drinking coffee, which is great. I love that coffee became the drink of choice because riding and drinking alcohol was too dumb to contemplate. The original straight edge movement, in 1950's Europe. I'm as straight as the line dividing East and West Germany!
My efforts to convince Jaime of the utility of a motorcycle for me have ended in failure. I'm not giving up, however, and I plan to get my certification renewed in April. For a woman like J, a certification being unused will nag at her like a sore tooth. She'll want that piece of paper to realize its potential, and get me a bike. That's the plan.
The 20k for a Harley will wait...there are ways... lots of ways...