SO I PICKED UP THE DIRTY BIRD SOME TIME THIS SUMMER, AND PROMPTLY GOT TO WORK ON IT. AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE FOREVER, I FINALLY GOT IT ON THE ROAD, SORT OF.....
I FINALLY GOT IT STARTED AND WAS ABLE TO RIDE THIS HOLY HELL OF A NIGHTMARE DOWN THE ROAD ONCE BEFORE I HAD TO TAKE THE HUNK OF JUNK TO A SHOP. THEY SAY THEY FIXED IT AND HAD A BILL FOR 350$ AND I WAS ALREADY SICK OF DUMPING MONEY INTO IT. THE GUY ASKED IF I WANTED TO SELL IT........
Another perfect weekend in the books!!! Thanks to ken and Dick for organizing the Harvest Run. I had John Cougar Mellencamp playing in my head all weekend while we where riding through the cornfields. Roads where smooth and everyone that came was cool and down to earth.....the way it should be. Thanks again dudes! I needed this. Looking forward to Harvest Run 2014!!
1988, 9 years old, high on life. Before the time of Ipods, laptops, cell phones, internet. Building ramps out of 1/2" plywood with bricks, and riding my BMX was the only thing I obsessed about. There was a place called "the bowl" behind a Sybaris and Lays potato chip factory out in the Northwestern burbs of Chicago. A dried up river bed gave the perfect natural area for teenagers to build dirt jumps, get high, and drink beer. I remember watching all the older kids ride and I couldn't wait to get old enough to be able to get "air". Every now and then the Forest Preserve would come through and try to bulldoze or fill all the areas with wood chips. I would come back a couple weeks later and it would be rebuilt even better. No one was in charge, it was just a place to ride if you where "in the know".
I remember even when I was younger they made this plastic contraption for bicycles that you would mount to your bike with this crappy fake throttle that you could control to emit sounds of a real motorcycle. I would ride around like a maniac and use my imagination to make myself believe I was on a real motorcycle.
I would ride all over the place. My friends and I, at a young age, on two wheels, tailwhipping things in peoples yards, chairs, flags, whatever we deemed cool enough to destroy. We garbage dive for old playboys, set bags of shit on fire and make illegal forts in the woods. We where full of energy and could make use of it at our disposal. From the age of 10 I was barely home.....I was out on my "bike".
My parents where cool enough to cave in and buy me a mini bike and eventually a 1974 Yamaha RD60 when I was in 8th grade. Even though I didn't know it then, the motorcycle bug was already in my head.
I feel like there has always been some correlation between BMXing with your friends and then years later, riding your motorcycle with your friends. Its like the adult version of being a kid. For those hours or days you ride you can let your mind wander but stay focused. Its one of the many reasons I love to ride a motorcycle.