|At C & C Cycle in Chariton|
I owned a Honda 250 Scrambler back in 1970--right until I was in a motorcycle accident. Then I sold my motorcycle, my sports car (an Austin Healey), and bought a Cadillac--a tank of a car. Perhaps this was an over-reaction, but I had received substantial proof of my mortality. Even at eighteen years of age I got the message. Besides, the Austin Healey, a great sports car, was also, unfortunately, a completely worn out piece of junk.
However, I also have the memory of that car pulling out in front of me and I having nowhere to go. I remember asking my parents, "Why did you let me buy a motorcycle?" as I sat at the emergency ward, my elbow burst through the skin. My mortality and my responsibility to my family comprised part of my choice not to buy a motorcycle.
The other half of my choice was just plain logic. I know that if I bought a motorcycle, I wouldn't go for long rides or extended trips. It would be almost completely for zipping around town. Ten or fifteen minutes of riding my bike gets me anywhere in town. Then question is this: Why buy and maintain a motorcycle to do what I already can do with my bicycle, with greater health benefits and with no petrochemical environmental downside? I had to admit there were no good reasons for buying a motorcycle, considering my needs--only cool reasons.
Still, that orange Honda Rebel--the current equivalent of the old Honda 250, is one great-looking bike! Sometimes, though, the memories are better than the realities. I'd be uncomfortable thinking of my wife or son on a motorcycle. I'd worry about crashes. Why should I put my family through that? Or the possibility of that? Better to ride my bike and take to the Jefferson County bike trails system.
It's a joy I can live with.
Copyright 2012 by Thomas L. Kepler, all rights reserved