Monday, 16 November 2009
mad dogs and englishmen
Living in England and riding a chopped motorcycle takes a special type of person. Everything is against you. The weather is crap, the road surface is mostly potholes and the car drivers hate you and want to kill you. Hang on though before you all get depressed, this means if you meet another chop guy or gal you will get on like brothers/sisters! This is only applicable to old or vintage chop riders though. You don’t quite get the same scene if the person turns up on their factory fresh twin cam with custom bars. Yeah they might love to ride etc but the soul of old bikes/cars takes an understanding. It’s getting to a show and thinking yeah we did it (you and the machine).
A good example of this is the hotrod hayride. Each year it’s the pinnacle of the calendar. I’m always planning the modifications to the bike around hayride. The trip down for me is 5 hours with only stops for petrol. My bike doesn’t like motorways so it’s A roads all the way. Once out of the city the country roads take over making it a sweet honey of a trip in fine weather. When I arrive at the show some friends and new faces are there greeting me at the gate with smiles all round. Then its stories of the trip like getting lost and if anything broke etc. the friends’ Ive made there are all old machine lovers in one way or another and I know we will be friends forever! After a wild show of hotrod lifestyle it’s back on the bike for the long trip home.
Hopefully someone with fading interest will understand what I’m on about and keep the faith. Without others it’s a lot less fun.