Man if I had it to do all over again, I’d of graduated from High School and somehow bought me a motorcycle and took off cross country, living from town to town. I would have traveled and played until I was about 45 years old, then I would have found a good place to settle down and went to work in a place where I could have retired with a pension after twenty years. Boy o boy what stories for the children and grandbabies I could have told.
It seems most try this in the opposite direction and by the time they do retire, well hell, they’re just to dang old to ride and to really enjoy life. Many try it, but with the aches and pains that come in the 50’s and 60’s, it’s just to hard to sleep on the ground now. (I’m not saying you can’t do this as an older man, as is evident by many of my friends here, but........).
To be a young man again, and to have a bike, and the strength and stamina to ride America. Working for your beans and gas at small town diners and full service filling stations. Sleeping on the side of the road, wrapped in an old Army tarp. Meeting Americans on the “two lane blacktops”. From coast to coast, just riding and playing. If I could just start over.
My audience with this magazine is probably people over 40, but if you are a kid and you get a hold of this issue, I pray you take this advice. Don’t get married. Don’t go to college yet, beside you will get well educated on the road of common sense. Don’t go in debt, unless it’s for a motorcycle and don’t do that unless it’s your last option. Work while in school and save your money from McDonald's. Screw what some call reality, experience what’s real as you travel. You won’t be sorry!!! So, FTW, go riding!!!