Pennyrick
New member
I have come to the conclusion that I am not a genuine motorcycle enthusiast. Even though I have been riding motorcycles for the past 42 years and have run the gamut of brands from Harleys, to Suzukis, to Yamahas, to Hondas, Kawasakis, and Can Ams, I still feel that I do not really belong. There may be others out there who feel as I do but here is a list of things that don’t fit with me.
- I don’t like to ride with large groups. About thirty year’s ago when I was a member of GWRRA I watched a novice rider wipe out a number of Gold Wings on a sweeping turn that he was not proficient enough to handle. Over the years I have had other close calls with both inexperienced and experienced riders and now I only ride with those I know and not very many of them at one time.
- I don’t enjoy chapters, clubs or groups organized around motorcycling. I had my fill of that with GWRRA and the few attempts made to start a Georgia Spyder Group haven’t turned out well. Officers, rules, regulations, dues and such are just not my cup of tea. I do enjoy meeting up with fellow riders at lunch or dinner destinations as long as I can take my own route and time to get there.
- Patches and vests are not my thing. I see nothing positive about adorning my clothing with patches, pins and other symbols of affiliation. Just as I didn’t wish to wear a jacket promoting Harley-Davidson back in the day, I am not about to be a moving advertisement for Can Am Spyders.
- Motorcycle missionaries turn me off. Just as I have no time for folks who want me to adopt their form of religion, I abhor those who want to me to change the brand of machine I ride, to use the type of helmet they wear, the brand of tire they ride on, etc., etc. This is by far from being my first rodeo and at my age I think I have to trust my own opinions.
I do hope I’m not turning into an old curmudgeon but maybe I am.
- I don’t like to ride with large groups. About thirty year’s ago when I was a member of GWRRA I watched a novice rider wipe out a number of Gold Wings on a sweeping turn that he was not proficient enough to handle. Over the years I have had other close calls with both inexperienced and experienced riders and now I only ride with those I know and not very many of them at one time.
- I don’t enjoy chapters, clubs or groups organized around motorcycling. I had my fill of that with GWRRA and the few attempts made to start a Georgia Spyder Group haven’t turned out well. Officers, rules, regulations, dues and such are just not my cup of tea. I do enjoy meeting up with fellow riders at lunch or dinner destinations as long as I can take my own route and time to get there.
- Patches and vests are not my thing. I see nothing positive about adorning my clothing with patches, pins and other symbols of affiliation. Just as I didn’t wish to wear a jacket promoting Harley-Davidson back in the day, I am not about to be a moving advertisement for Can Am Spyders.
- Motorcycle missionaries turn me off. Just as I have no time for folks who want me to adopt their form of religion, I abhor those who want to me to change the brand of machine I ride, to use the type of helmet they wear, the brand of tire they ride on, etc., etc. This is by far from being my first rodeo and at my age I think I have to trust my own opinions.
I do hope I’m not turning into an old curmudgeon but maybe I am.