So its my birthday Sunday and it has been brought to my attention as I get older that things will never be what they were or have been. This blog which was started by BH Benji was a place we could go to look at pictures and see what other members have been doing. But now that I have kinda taken it over it needs to be more. So I (and whoever else) am gonna start writing a commentary once a week on something motorcycle or hotrod related. Some weeks it may be happy some weeks sad but all the weeks its gonna be a running dialouge for you to read and comment on. Simple right? Well here goes.
So I love motorcycles all motorcycles and have never been brand specific. If it looks cool and goes fast and is loud then I like it. I also like to drink beer but only when I know I can drink beer. In other words I dont come home from work and drink a beer for the taste 4 nights a week. No me I am the worlds oldest binge drinker. I wait until Friday afternoon and then proceed to pound 10 to 12 beers for fun. When these two hobbies of mine collide, that is Beer and Bikes, it is usually at a bike rally. One of those events is called the Horse magazines Smokeout. This year was the 11th year of the event and I actually didnt go. This was the first time in 10 years that I missed it. I had been to everyone until this year except the first one. I have seen the event go from a small unorganized group at an Indian burial ground in a dry county to a cool anything goes Rowan County fairgrounds to what it is now. What is it now? I dont know but it aint what it was. So on to my point. When did it become cool to go to a motorcycle rally and bring a fucking golf cart? People used to look at you bad if you trailered your bike into an event. But now people and not just a couple of people but a bunch of people are trailering in GOLF CARTS? What the Fuck? Golf Carts arent cool. You look like a fucking fat redneck driving around in your fucking EZGo. Get a fucking life. At what point did walking become uncool? I miss those before me who went to a rally with the tent and sleeping bag and one pair of jeans and 3 t Shirts rolled up on their bars. Now you gotta pack a golf cart? You are worthless. You like your fat redneck friend are riding the wave of choppers and Paul Sr. bullshit. Get away from me. The buffet is calling. Are hoverrounds cool? What about Rascals? Walk motherfucker because one day your fat ass will be stricken with diabetes and wont be able to walk. Then you will go to the hospital with no insurance and the tax payers will pay for you amputation and the you will go back to the buffet and back to the rally with your EZGo and then you will die. And all your redneck friends will hold a poker run for you and will drink whiskey in your honor and your old lady will sell your evo to the new guy who just bought himself a Golf Cart. And the cycle continues. Bring back the rally where we all ride and camp out under a tree by a creek. Unorganized unscripted and beautiful like those before us and before golf carts. I miss the old days. Things arent like they were and never will be. BHFFBH.