Old School….

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.

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thowing in the towel…

some may look
at my decision
to move
out of this apartment
as me
throwing in the towel
giving up the fight

but really
it’s so good
it squeaks!

the new resident manager
is a kind generous lady
with a big heart
her boss?
not so much

her boss served me
with a letter
telling me
that I had 2 weeks
to change my household
to her standards
including
getting rid of Pixie
and my dishwasher
and my trike

I have collected
documentation
over the last 15 yrs
of living here
that will show her
in plain
unadulterated
English
that all of her
so called “items”
are legal
and that I have never
hidden any of them

but really?
why fight?

my diseases
have compromised me
to a point where
even the stress
of this fight
could set me back

so I talked to my brother
who convinced me
that it would be
100 times healthier
to move
and get away from
the negativity
of having to fight
to stay in my own home

once upon a time
there was a real sense
of community here

no more…
the floods,
the broken appliances
that never got repaired
the lack of consideration
from the other people livng here
the changes that only benefit
the company running the place
have convinced me
that the time has come

so
this is me
throwing in the towel
and beginning the search
for a new happy home

here’s my new home wish list:

  • no aircraft landing light on the roof
  • dog friendly
  • 2 parking spots
  • water pressure
  • double sink in kitchen
  • full size appliances (no more bar fridge)
  • no carpeting
  • easy access (not up 3 flights of stairs)
  • soaker tub and shower
  • laundry
  • quiet
  • storage (lots)
  • fireplace
  • yard, patio or deck access
  • bbq friendly
  • spacious
  • no lawn to maintain
  • 2nd bedroom/den/computer room
  • sit down dining/eating area

I don’t think
any of it
is too much to ask
and it doesn’t hurt
a girl to dream

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