Thoughts on getting a "real bike"...

Today a fellow came into the store riding an absolutely spotless Harley Wide Glide. A beautiful bike, if a little “cookie cutter”.

As I rang up his purchases (wax, a chamois, and tire shine - which I sincerely hope he wasn’t planning on using it on the bike) I complimented his scoot. He went on and told me what it was worth and how much money he had put into it, etc, and then asked if the “old Jap bike” in the parking lot was mine. I said yes, and he proceeded to tell me how superior Harley’s are to “Jap crap” and how I should get a “real bike” and how maybe I should take better care of my bike, since it’s so dirty and rusty. I just chuckled and said “ah, the rust holds it together” and handed him his receipt.

You know, it really cracks me up when these dudes on brand new bikes come in and trash my bike.

Look bozo, I have a vintage bike. It’s old. It leaks. It makes weird noises. It doesn’t run perfect. I have to let it warm up or it burps oil. It runs better at certain times of the day. I ride 75% of the year, and I know it’s not a show bike. It’s not intended to be a show bike. Its a daily rider, with a lot of my blood, sweat, tears, and love in it. It’s got dirt, grime, and memories in every crevice.

And you know what? I rather prefer it that way.