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yeah we can raise up the youngsters the best we can. but the days of heading for the opposite coast with $8.00 , a ground tarp and bed roll are gone. there's no place left to camp, for free or even cheap. do they even make the bikers staples any more? show boat beans and sgetti and a P38. that was all a guy needed.and as far as breakin down, man what a night mare. and any of the events want at least a days pay for a spot. day labor has about dried up. run a bike on black top at 150 today and plan on doin some time. i know as late as 75 i got a 180 in a 65 on a homebuilt 110 cui sporty, cost me 5k, 6 months in jail and the judge said if i ever had to cross his state again i better be walking or on a greyhound. course i was a little loaded too.
and those old timers, munroe, rollie, they're gone, my uncles, gone. they weren't AMI graduates or even necessarily elementary school graduates, but they knew their engines.
my first HD, a retired 38 EL drag bike wasn't outrun till i ran across a KZ650, and it was built by a bunch of drunk , stoned freaks out in back of a barn. no one told them a keihn couldn't be tuned, so they didn't know. they knew it beat the trump out of a linkert, or havin an amal peein down your leg. i think you know what i mean.
call me a relic, or an a%$h*&@ but i miss the old days when every one wasn't a biker, and it couldn't be bought no matter how much dough you had.
i wonder if the officials today would bend the rules at the flats for a character?
never happen today. i don't see much brotherhood today. it's all image. i still believe, right or wrong a brother is a brother. i been told it was wrong, but some things die hard, if at all. i wouldn't trade a minute of it, drunk, stoned, crazy, it was all worth the comin down. not an endorsaement for any one else to try it, they might not survive.
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