My Harley Davidson is sitting in my back yard locked to the back door railing. I bought it about 16 months ago as a project and I did some work on it. I have not been able to get it to start and run. There are other things going on in my life that have required the bike to take a back seat. I have been riding motorcycles since I was 12 years old in 1963. From the age of 16 I have owned a bike or had the use of one. Riding has been a part of my life and my identity, even for years when I was out of circulation and couldn’t ride. It was always in the back of my mind that I am a rider, as well as a boater, a handyman, and whatever other handle I could hang on myself.
The 1973 Sportster waits patiently for when I can turn my full attention to it, once the burning desire to ride returns, as it generally does. I might even take it to a real cycle mechanic and have it put into good riding order. I will remember that the 21st century is in full swing and that most of my friends who ride have suffered compound fractures due to brain-dead distracted motorists. The ubiquitous “smart” phone is also out there on the road, like that idiot in the Allstate commercials. Nevertheless, I intend to ride again when all my ducks are in a row and the planets line up auspiciously.
1973 XLCH with Electric starter added