Gas Pains

I looked back to last year (2008) not this past year (2009) and think of the difference in the price of fuel. Two summers ago, anti acids wouldn't helped the roiling of my stomach as I looked at a $15 charge for my bike, which used to be what it cost for my cage (car). I remember when I first started riding road bikes, I was almost embarrassed to walk into a store and handing over loose change after filling my machine. Before charge cards, debit cards, ebt, and the likes. Now my finance charge is higher than way back when. Although the start of a new year brings prices under the $3 mark and makes it easier to ride, I think we all are feeling the pinch at the pump. I will ride when possible, where possible, and as far as possible. But the prices are still enough to give you gas pains.
See you on the Road!

Hanger on'rs

This year showed us a busy year at the site and in personal life, with changes online and what we ride. The up sizing to a bigger bike enabled us to look at new gear and parts for the bike. The rise in fuel gave us many different listing to post, with an entry of over 600 rides and benefits, including about 200 of which we got: more info will follow and nothing heard back about. We saw friends pass on and made new friends this season. We always look forward to our next ride and look forward to our next friend. We have many followers and staff members, both official and unofficial, which we are grateful for. We have change our format to include ads being placed on the site, which will help us be more self sustaining, and have picked up sponsors and supporters which keeps us running and able to attend more rallies. We are going to try sponsoring another event in the spring and always look for supporters for this project. Although, I put the bike away earlier than usual this year due to outside influences, like family and work, I will be the last hanger on'er for the year, as I expect to take my last ride around Christmas and my first ride about the first week of March.
See you on the Road!

There is always next year.

I remember when I was growing up and looking at motorcycles, wishing I could have one. I bought my first bike for a whopping $100 from a friend. An endoro type bike called a Hadaka, 125cc's and wow, it was fast! So I thought! It smoked, leaked and sounded rough, tough and EPA would have shot me for riding it! As the years and bikes went by, I remember drag racing friends and others on the boulevards of cities on both coast, west coast riding was on a borrowed bike I could use anytime. East coast, I bought my first rode bike, 550cc on this one. I remember racing the newer bikes, the bigger bikes, and the crazies that rode them. I sat at one light, looking tough in my Hawaiian T-shirt, shorts and sandals, open face helmet and a gang, yes, a gang rode up and started harassing me, the blaring of the horns, the laughter, the roaring engines and when it was all done, as I watched them all ride away, I thought, ouch, those girls on the rented moped really didn't like my shirt! As for the memories they will return and I look forward to new ones. As the season closes here in the Northeast, I look at the bike in its' garage and think, There is always next year.