The Tourist
Banned
Hey, don't get me wrong. If you're an honest suburban biker, more power to you. I'm a suburban biker. In fact, the handle 'tourist' is an old biker epithet for a guy who doesn't live the lifestyle.
But I'd like to return to something Kevin stated, about getting to be someone else. If that meant only dressing up for a Halloween party, heck, I'd loan him some old clothes--if a washing machine could ever get the crud out of them.
The problem is that there is a faction out there who are dentists or car salesmen during the week and Harley bad-boys on Saturday. Ask them if they have a hobby and they proudly acclaim they are bikers.
I think it's just the romance of the idea. Watch the opening minutes of the old 'Bronson' TV show. The guy in the station wagon proclaiming, "I wish I was you" probably was referring to the exchange about a vacation. Some folks interpretted it pertaining to the bike.
I thought of these car salesmen a few weeks ago watching "Blade Runner." Deckard tells the female replicant that what she assumes are real memories actually are those of the inventor's niece, simply implanted into her circuitry. At some level I think these guys actually believe they are riding in the 1960s, next to Peter Fonda, fresh from a barroom brawl.
I like my elelctric starter. My home has central A/C. I don't get laid-off anymore, or arrested. Funny thing that. As you know, computers remember every keystroke. Last year two Dane Country Sheriff Detectives came to my home about a murder. You see, my name is still in the gang task force records.
Ah, the romance...
But I'd like to return to something Kevin stated, about getting to be someone else. If that meant only dressing up for a Halloween party, heck, I'd loan him some old clothes--if a washing machine could ever get the crud out of them.
The problem is that there is a faction out there who are dentists or car salesmen during the week and Harley bad-boys on Saturday. Ask them if they have a hobby and they proudly acclaim they are bikers.
I think it's just the romance of the idea. Watch the opening minutes of the old 'Bronson' TV show. The guy in the station wagon proclaiming, "I wish I was you" probably was referring to the exchange about a vacation. Some folks interpretted it pertaining to the bike.
I thought of these car salesmen a few weeks ago watching "Blade Runner." Deckard tells the female replicant that what she assumes are real memories actually are those of the inventor's niece, simply implanted into her circuitry. At some level I think these guys actually believe they are riding in the 1960s, next to Peter Fonda, fresh from a barroom brawl.
I like my elelctric starter. My home has central A/C. I don't get laid-off anymore, or arrested. Funny thing that. As you know, computers remember every keystroke. Last year two Dane Country Sheriff Detectives came to my home about a murder. You see, my name is still in the gang task force records.
Ah, the romance...