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Giving Thanks for My Motorcycle Family

Giving Thanks for My Motorcycle Family

Over the years, I’ve been blessed with a great motorcycle family. We’ve learned, laughed and experienced the road together. Those kinds of experiences create a bond that runs deep. Even the people who have ridden out of my everyday life still hold a place in my heart.

I’m notoriously camera shy. Looking through my collection of photos trying to find pics of myself with everyone else made me realize how silly I’ve been. I guess I’d better start working on that. I have quite a few people I need to add to this photo list. You’ve been warned!

Near and far, past and present – I’m thankful for my motorcycle family:

Monkey & Me Pimmie and I - South Side of Stelvio Pass Italy DrDaytona, Crudmop, me & Novos in Yosemite National Park California
Me and the gang at Nada Tunnel in Kentucky Me and Duc748 at Seneca Rocks West Virginia the love of my life - Kenny & I at Mount Rushmore - 2005
Me & Delly in Amsterdam Dirt Instruction with ADV Gang The Gang at Deals Gap
The Gang on the Cherohala Skyway - 2006
Me & Bill at 3am on the Crotona Midnight Run Rog & Me working at the Bikeshow 1997 Myko, Me and Chris - Trackday at Pocono 1998 - I still think of you both often.

Hug the ones you love and enjoy your Thanksgiving Day!

Family Treasures: Vintage Harley Davidson Motorcycle Photos

Family Treasures: Vintage Harley Davidson Motorcycle Photos

While visiting my parents over the Christmas holiday, I poked through some old photos looking for pictures of my dad and his motorcycles. I did find 2 from the 1950’s. I *think* he said the green one was a Harley Davidson 1950 FLH 74? Admittedly I know zero about Harley Davidson models so I would appreciate any guidance if I made a mistake.

My Dad on his 1950 Harley Davidson
My Pop on one of his Harley Davidsons - 1950's
My Dad on his 1950's Harley Davidson
My Dad the Town Hooligan - 1950's

My love of motorcycles seems to have passed on to me from my dad. I love hearing stories about his youth. Having photographs of him from that time are priceless to me.

Family Treasures – My Father’s First Motorcycle

Family Treasures – My Father’s First Motorcycle

While visiting with my parents over the weekend, my dad who is now 70 told me a story about himself that I’d never heard before. As the two of us sat sipping sodas at my parent’s kitchen table, he told me of how he’d come to get his first motorcycle when he was just a young man in high school.

One day after returning home from school, my Gramma said to him, Butch, why don’t you come on with us? We’re gonna run on over to so-and-so’s place for a minute.

Okay, ma, he said and bounded up the stairs to change out of his good school duds.

In less than five minutes he was back down the stairs and they were on their way.

When they’d arrived, parked outside sat this gorgeous, black Harley Davidson. It glistened with chrome, he said. I could hear the deliciousness of memory in his voice as he spoke of it like a first love.

Well, Butch? What do you think of that? my Gramma asked.

Oh, Mama, it’s beautiful, he said.

Well… It’s yours, she said to him.

At a time in our country’s history when people just weren’t frivolous, my dad’s first motorcycle was a surprise from his mother. This gift went on to shape a young man’s life, carrying him on his own adventures through sun and rain, through the wind and under the stars. This moment in time lit the torch that was ultimately passed on to me and one day maybe to my daughter.

After the initial surprise simmered down, not yet knowing how to ride my pop quietly asked the man whom they bought it from if he would ride him home on the back of it, which he did. And let me tell you, the way that the 50+ year old memory of that first ride home on the back of his new motorcycle sounded in my dad’s raspy voice, it almost felt like we were watching it in a black and white movie that he knew the secret happy ending to. I could tell that he still had the power to relish that long ago moment in time.

Photograph of my father in his motorcycle jacket nearly 50 years ago
My pop, nearly 50 years ago.
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