Remember the good old days?
Remember when we were young and full of piss n vinegar and could ride for days on end, with no aches and pains? No Ibuprofen or Geritol? No tent or trailer? Everyone slept on the ground…and you never really knew what was in that burger you just ate?
Remember when motorcycling events were a day long or a month long and you didn’t care if you lost your job…you just had to ride? And riding to find “like minded” individuals wasn’t your mantra…it was finding the real brothers and sisters of the road?
Remember when you could head out on the highway and be the only soul riding for days…back and forth across the continent…just man/woman and machine?
Remember when motorcycling events were just motorcycle access only…not RV’s, trucks, cars and even few tents, dogs, cats, birds, children and the babysitter? When ya slept under a tarp beside your bike, or worst case scenario…under the picnic table?
Remember when event shirts were thin and not meant to last 25 years?
Remember when you’d climb on…just a tooth brush and your wallet and head for points unknown, no plans, no agenda, no rules? When motorcycle riders were bikers not enthusiasts? When you didn’t have to explain the concept of “give respect/get respect”? And god forbid everyone and their pet cat didn’t declare themselves “old school”?
Remember when you attended Sturgis and got lost exploring roads on the way home? And when ya broke down you weren’t 6 days waiting for parts cos all ya really needed to do was pull that master link offa your belt?
Remember when your family found out were you’d been last week cos that’s where the package of dirty laundry that arrived in the post was from?
Do you remember when music was good old fashioned rock and roll and didn’t involve an urban dictionary in words you knew, covering sentiments you understood and loved?
Do you remember when the only guys who wore their pants with their waist bands somewhere around the knees were legitimate plumbers or competition level beer drinkers?
Do you really remember Old School?
I do!
I originally wrote this post as a flyer for a rally friends were trying to have…it fell thru but the sentiment is still there.
