My good friend Mrs. Robinson offered to let me ride her ... Harley ... several weeks ago. We finally got to it this weekend. Riding and riding and riding, for about an hour. It was fun. It reminded me of the first time I rode when I was 14 years old. But Mrs. Robinson's Harley....hmmm....sweet to say the least.
This video is of me cruising back and forth on her street - from one cul-de-sac end to the other. At first, I could only get it up to 20mph or so, in 2nd gear. It was good to get used to starting and stopping, shifting, braking, turning and other low speed stuff at first - back and forth, back and forth.
Then Mrs. Robinson took me for a spin... in a new neighborhood nearby with freshly paved streets and not a single house. Faster and faster I went, getting my balls in gear to gun that baby with some full throttle action. I got her up to about 45mph and 4th gear on the two backstretch straightaways.
It was a fun day (okay, only an hour) of riding. Thank you, Mrs. Robinson, for taking me out for a ride.
Now I'm just trying to figure out how I can have a life riding from state to state, city to city, taking photos, dancing tango, and make some sort of living along the way. Maybe I'll only do it for a year of this lifetime. Six months would be nice.
Who knows? I have the helmet. It's a start.
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Hold off on the tattoos, OK?
I'm thinking a corazón on my right delt ... with either "Vida Mia" ... or "Madre" ...
I can't decide...
You wild one. I have an idea for you. Us.
:-)
Long story short - I used to be married to a biker - I had a Harley 883 sportster when I was 19. That was fine and dandy till I went to a massive biker's campground (mostly ex-cons who had harleys, triumphs, nortons, indians) for a weekend festival and noted almost 1/4 of bikers were maimed or paralyzed due to bike accidents. Sold my bike after that. I love Harleys, always will but I've already have no hearing, if I lose a limb or use of my legs as well, that's it, game over.
you're killin me alex! you just described one of my big life dreams. seriously. i have all the gear too ~ have had a history with harleys since forever. some great happenings, some not so great happenings. alas i adore the bikes, just don't like bikers. ;o)
There is nothing better than riding in the balmy night heat in South America - sans helmet, not bothering with red lights, beutiful man between your legs. But heck, there are no schools to learn here - they also don't bother too much with driving licences and insurance. The Delivery Boy has promised to teach me but what with the Concubina getting crazy all the time..... And so at the moment my dream of riding Ruta 40 the length of South America on the edge of the Andes into Patagonia is on hold
Oh and by the way - that package WAS ups!
I love me a Harley.
Well, I prefer a Vespa, being the Italian that I am, especially my friend Francesco's Vespa upon which we cruised the streets of Zurich at 4 in the morning six years ago. What a memory.
But I do love to sit on the back of a Harley as well. :-)
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