Here are some pictures of back when motorcycling for me was new. Shell and I didn't have good supplies. We slept in a cheap tent that was too small and leaked with maybe one sleeping bag, a cheap blanket and never had a pad inbetween us and the ground. I didn't even own a leather jacket. We didn't have chaps or full faced helmets. No hand warmers, windsheilds, floor boards or big plush ride. We had open face helmets and a little 750 V-twin Honda. I had just got a set of throw-over saddle bags (wish I still had them) Sure we would have loved all of that comfort stuff, not being sore after a ride, staying warm and having some peace and quiet behind a whindsheild, maybe cruising to some tunes and never really feeling uncomfortable would have made the ride more enjoyable but... I have noticed that when I got those comforting things I still enjoyed the ride but it wasn't the same. I didn't remember how cold it was or even what the weather was like. It dulled the memories of the trips a little. Sometimes, when the trip is challenging and sometimes even painful it made for a better adventure. The tough rides are what I love to look back on.
Stopped at the local Walmart last night and picked up a few odds and ends. I made my usual stop at the magazine isle and had quite the conundrum on my hands! After careful consideration the this issue edged out the current issue of rat rodz. As fate would have it this mag has left me motivated for some choppin. If only I had someone to ride with come spring time...
