Out today to get a loaf of bread and put 300 klicks on the back roads of Cape Breton. Stopped at a coffee shop in town to get a creamn'sugar and the lot was full of cruisers. I was in and out in 15min. On the way back passed a gas station with a big lot and it was full of mohawked sportbikes. I could not stop. Obsessive compulsive riding disorder was in full control. And while I waved at everybody, I felt I didn't really have a lot in common with the aging boomers and their failed rebellion or the gen-Y worked booted stuntaz.
Oh well... Good thing I like riding alone.
cheers
ken
Oh well... Good thing I like riding alone.
cheers
ken