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Being the grandson and son of bikers, it means I've been to Sturgis.
Thrice when I was riding.
First on a Honda VF500 Interceptor and last two on an GODS-FORSAKEN-PIECE-OF-SHIT-AMF-SPORTSER.
The ride was far more miserable on that Sportster than the Interceptor. I still thank the Gods that it only had a 1.5 gallon tank so I got to stop often and get gas. Everything was numb from the vibration.
But the experience at the destination was surreal in the difference.
I could park that fucking Sportster anywhere I could find a space.
The Honda? Best be prepared to hoof it.
Dad snuck his Yamaha XS650 in that year because he'd stripped off anything from it that said RICE and the big springer front end disguised it's nature. People were asking if it was a Triumph!
I don't know why this bubbled up.
One thing I've never understood or cared for about biker culture is their idiotic prejudice against "rice burners." They cling to Harley-Davidson like a battered wife clinging to her batterer. I wouldn't have minded going to Sturgis when I was younger, but it's too late now.
ReplyDeleteThe OG of OG bikers were veterans and had no forgiveness for the Japanese. That started it then there was a preponderance of Look for the Union Label going on when their kids started riding.
DeleteIt's fading now, but there's definitely three or four different motorcycle cultures. We get to see them heading to Daytona hereabouts.