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Thought I’d share a special moment I had last evening. I stopped by a local watering hole last night while out and about on the 45 and what a treat I was in for. As I’m pulling into the gravel parking lot I noticed at least two dozen vintage motorcycles all parked next to one another. Around here that in its self is pretty amazing. But what made it even more amazing is that each and every one of them had been ridden in. I thought I knew just about every vintage cycle and its owner with in twenty miles of here. I did know a few of the guys but the majority of them where complete strangers to me till last night.
There where Vincent’s, Triumphs, Harleys and a couple gorgeous Indians. Each and every one of them was immaculate. Not a beater in the crowd. Now let me get to the special moment part. There was a gentleman there with a 1925 JD that he had ridden fifteen miles to the get together. We got to talking over a few beers and he jokingly asked if I would mind if he could borrow my 45 to run home to get more money. So I jokingly replied sure if when he got back I could take his JD for a ride. I about fell over when he said that would be fine with him. I’ll tell you what, that seemed like an eternity waiting for him to return. I can now proudly claim to have ridden a 1925 JD. I don’t think this smile will ever leave my face. My Mrs. was pretty happy too cause when I got home I was feeling pretty frisky.
We’re all going to try and make a regular event of getting together once a month. Maybe neck time I’ll get to ride my first Indian. You meet the nicest people on vintage bikes.
There where Vincent’s, Triumphs, Harleys and a couple gorgeous Indians. Each and every one of them was immaculate. Not a beater in the crowd. Now let me get to the special moment part. There was a gentleman there with a 1925 JD that he had ridden fifteen miles to the get together. We got to talking over a few beers and he jokingly asked if I would mind if he could borrow my 45 to run home to get more money. So I jokingly replied sure if when he got back I could take his JD for a ride. I about fell over when he said that would be fine with him. I’ll tell you what, that seemed like an eternity waiting for him to return. I can now proudly claim to have ridden a 1925 JD. I don’t think this smile will ever leave my face. My Mrs. was pretty happy too cause when I got home I was feeling pretty frisky.
We’re all going to try and make a regular event of getting together once a month. Maybe neck time I’ll get to ride my first Indian. You meet the nicest people on vintage bikes.
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